TAKEN (Five Hardcore Rough and Reluctant Sex Shorts)

by Kemp, Jane

  He nodded and let go of her hand. “Oh, okay, yeah.” He got up and started walking away, but then he turned back to her. “Keilani, I’m really sorry.”

  She shook her head. “Stop being so mopey, I forgive you.”

  He turned again, but she caught up with him and grabbed his hand. “Hey, let’s kiss and make-up, huh?”

  He smiled and walked back to the bench with her and pulled her down into his lap. They proceeded to make-up for the next fifteen minutes, until Jarret showed up to find out what the hell was taking his friend so long.

  Jarret went home alone.

  TAKEN BY SURPRISE

  Reluctant Sex in the Shower

  by Jane Kemp

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  Cover image by Russell Marleau

  He was there again when she got home after work. Really, it was more annoying than freaky, but she did pause before putting her key in the lock and stepping inside. She stood there with her backpack and purse and computer bag and juggled things around to find her key, but she was really just trying to give the guy time to move off and stop staring at her.

  He had moved in two months ago, but he hadn’t seemed so creepy in the beginning. In fact, she had first thought that he was very attractive in a James Dean quiet rebel way. He wasn’t very tall, probably only about five foot nine to her five foot seven, but he was built like a wrestler with a broad muscled chest and strong arms. He had nice short cut blond hair and seemed to always have a five o’clock shadow no matter what time of day it was. His best feature, at least she had thought so at first, were his steel blue eyes that seemed to focus on something so steadily that he didn’t even seem to blink.

  That had been her first impression. Their first meeting had been just a week after he had moved in and she had been walking by, going through her mail, when she heard a quiet voice commenting on the landscaping. “They like flowers here, don’t they?”

  She hadn’t even been sure that he was talking to her, but he had walked up to her then and offered his hand. “I’m Jackson Heller. I just moved into the apartment next door.”

  She had shaken his hand and been surprised at how strong it felt because it had looked so fragile with the long artistic fingers and thin wrists. “Yeah, I noticed you and your boxes last week. So, are you enjoying it here?”

  He had smiled slowly, but it had added warmth to his face that helped him seem more personable. “Well, it is different from where I come from but, yes, I like it here very much.” He had focused those blue eyes on her then and she had felt the first tremor of discomfort go through her.

  “Um, well, I better get home and get going on my paper. Always so much to do, you know, but good to meet you, Jackson.” She had started walking past him when he had grabbed her arm, making chills race up and down her spine.

  “You haven’t told me your name.” He smiled charmingly, but his eyes made her avert hers.

  “Oh, sorry. I’m Margo Post.”

  “Wonderful to meet you, Margo.” He had bent over her hand then and kissed it like in some Victorian play and she had actually blushed.

  Every day after that, she had seen him outside his apartment when she arrived home from school or work and always, he smiled and gave her a nod, but he didn’t bother to come over and talk again.

  She stood jangling her keys in her hand now and watched him out of the corner of her eye, waiting for him to turn away and go inside his own apartment or to move on somewhere else, but he just stood and smiled benignly at her as she stood and held her keys in her shaking hand. Finally, she just went ahead and opened her door and stepped inside her apartment, closing the door quietly behind her as if she was afraid making any noise with it would wake him up to something nasty.

  She tried to shake off her feeling of discomfort as she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a drink and grabbed a Twinkie from the box on top of the refrigerator. She tried to laugh about her paranoia as she left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. She stepped into the bathroom and decided that what she really needed was a nice shower to make things feel a little more normal.

  She walked back out to the bedroom and stripped off her jeans and shirt and tossed them along with her shoes and socks in a balled lump into a corner of the room. Then, walking over to the mirror that hung on the bathroom door, she stood and observed herself with a critical eye.

  She was not tall, but she was lean and athletic in build and that helped make her look taller than her five foot six. Her hair was long and gold and fell in waves to her ass and was, in her mind, her best feature. She had always claimed that she would never get it cut and so far, she had kept that promise, only trimming the split ends twice a year.

  She turned in profile and put her hands to her breasts, lifting them and studying them in the mirror. They were on the small side, but they fit her toned body and gave her a young boyish look that was a strange pleasing compliment to her long flowing hair. Her ass was also not very prominent, but it was, like her breasts, a good fit for her lean build.

  Finally, leaning up close to her reflection, she stared at her lightly freckled complexion and her large green eyes and smiled to see what wrinkles might have magically appeared overnight. Satisfied that she still looked like the youthful twenty-four that she was, she stepped back and enjoyed the overall picture. Then, she moved away, looking back only once to watch the movement of her legs and ass in concert.

  She went back in the bathroom and went to the glassed in shower and opened the door to turn on the tap. Once she had the steam rising in the tub, she turned back to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the oil treatment that she liked to use on her hair and went back to the shower and stepped in.

  The warm water cascading over her stressed and bunched muscles felt wonderful, and she sighed as she felt her worry over papers and exams and her discomfort over her strange neighbor slowly release and drain away. She reached for the loofah and the body wash and began to lather her body, running the sponge in soft slow circles over her body, enjoying the feel of it on her skin.

  The fall of the water around her filled her ears and she began to daydream. She thought vaguely of her day and the places and faces that filled it, and then she thought of her strange haunting neighbor and her breathing quickened and she opened her eyes and realized that she had been falling asleep under the warm showerfall.

  That was when she heard the noise out in her bedroom, making her turn around with her hands instinctively covering her chest and her bare pussy as she stared hard out through the steam at the doorway into her bedroom. Shapes took form in the moist air and then shifted and evaporated and she felt her eyes water she was focusing so hard. She began to relax and tell herself that she was just imagining things when she saw him appear in the doorway, his blond hair and blue eyes coming through before she realized that he was totally naked.

  She jumped back as he moved toward the shower and almost lost her balance completely, her feet sliding on the slick shower bottom. He was smiling like he always was when she saw him waiting outside his apartment, but she didn’t pay attention to the smile. Instead, she saw his well-built body, the muscled chest, toned stomach, narrow waist and of course, his cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but she could tell that he was large, much larger than any man she had been with before. Of course, she had only been with three men in her short active sex life, her first being the student body president in high school.

  She stood frozen as he approached and some voice in her head told her it was because she had wanted her fantasy to become the reality that was presenting itself to her now. Whatever the case, she was immobile as he stepped up to the glass doors and slid one aside to move into the warm water with her.

  “Hello, Margo.” He shut the door behind him and smiled at her as if his being in her shower with her was the most natural thing in the world. She started shaking her head, but
he moved up to her and put his hands gently on either side of her head, caressing her cheeks as he leaned in and put his mouth on hers.

  His lips were full and felt soft on hers. He pressed down gently and she felt his tongue push against her open lips and then slip between them into her mouth to explore and taste. She shivered and tried to step back, but there was really nowhere for her to go and she didn’t think she could make an escape through the glass door like some kind of movie heroine. So, she stood there, letting him slide his tongue along her teeth, and she felt something rise up in her that was not just fear.

  His hands left her face and traveled down over her neck and her shoulders to her arms. He let his fingers stroke down until they reached her hands, and she instinctively formed fists, keeping him from weaving his fingers into hers or from taking hold of them and making her touch him. He just moved his hands back up her arms and then, he let them move in to run over her exposed breasts, her hands moving too slow to block him.

  His hands cupped her breasts and then his fingers pinched her nipples lightly, all while he smiled at her. She sucked in her breath when she felt his fingers pull at her sensitive nipples, feeling the small bit of pain as a sharp pleasure between her legs. She felt herself grow excited as he continued to play with her breasts, though she still felt the thrill of fear that had every nerve in her body alert and expectant.

  His mouth now followed his hands and he took one of her nipples into his warm mouth, pulling it between his teeth and using his tongue to stroke it until it was hard and overwhelmingly sensitive. She gasped and cried out as he continued to suck at her breast and he held her steady as she tried to pull away to relieve the flood of sensation that was coming from that one small place of contact.

  Then, he suddenly pulled away and spun her around, crushing her body up against his so that she could feel his cock pressing against her ass. Worried that he was intending to push into her tiny hole, she struggled, but he slid a hand down over her taut stomach and then pressed it between her legs, cupping her bare mound and making her sigh with the sudden contact, her body deflating in his arms. He nibbled at the nape of her neck as his fingers began gently stroking the tender lips before making their way inside the slick pink folds. She gasped as she felt them play at her inner lips for a moment before suddenly pushing deep and beginning to thrust in and out rapidly, building an orgasm in her almost immediately.

  Her mouth was moving, opening and closing in nonsensical murmurs as his fingers worked inside her and made her legs tremble. She felt how strong his arms were as they held her up and she lost track of anything but the intensifying feeling between her legs and the sharp sting of the water on her body as the shower flowed around her.

  Then, his fingers were gone and she moaned in disappointment as she was left hanging, her body aching for release. Now, though, he turned her to face him again and, with one hand sliding up under a thigh and lifting one leg to prop her foot against one tiled wall, opening her pussy and her ass so that she felt the water hitting her sensitive folds. She flung her arms around his neck as she felt her legs wobble and he gripped her waist and pulled her tight to him, thrusting his cock into her pussy and beginning to fuck her furiously.

  Now, she flung her hands out to reach for the sides of the shower as she cried out loudly and felt her feet lift from the floor. She felt each thrust stroke her special spot deep inside her, and she knew that she would lose control soon. His arms were wrapped tightly around her and his head rested on her back as his body molded to hers and he filled her over and over with his thick cock.

  She shuddered hard and felt the tensing of her stomach muscles while the rest of her body seemed to drain of energy as it all rushed to her throbbing pussy end then exploded in a shattering orgasm that made her legs fall out from under her, causing her to hang limply in his arms as she shook and moaned, her hands finally reaching behind her to grab at his thighs for balance as he continued to fuck her.

  He finally withdrew and put her softly on her knees. His hands wrapped in her wet mass of tangled hair and pulled, tilting her face up to have her lips meet his engorged cock, pressing the head past her lips and into her mouth with one hard thrust that pushed over her tongue and into her throat, cutting off her air and making her heaving chest stutter in an effort to breath.

  He didn’t waste time now, pumping into her mouth with quick hard thrusts that brought tears to her eyes and made her lungs burn and her pussy throb and pulse in rhythm to every thrust. He seemed to press down on her until her ass was resting on her calves and her throat was stretched taut as her head was held up to take in his thick shaft.

  Suddenly, his cock swelled in her mouth, and he yelled as she felt her throat fill with his semen, choking her as she fought to swallow it down. He stayed in her mouth only a little longer and then he pulled out to let the last spurts fall on her face, hitting her nose and chin and cheeks. She felt it mingle with the spray of the shower and she slipped her tongue out briefly to lick at her lips and taste it before it washed away.

  He helped her up gently and then opened the shower door to climb out before her and reach in to pick her up in his strong arms. She felt him wrapped around her dripping body and she closed her eyes as the remnant of her orgasm still worked through her. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the soft comforter dripping wet, and then disappeared back into the bathroom to get them both towels, draping hers over her shivering body as he wrapped his around his waist.

  Eventually, she got to a sitting position and began to dry off, her arms feeling rubbery and weak as they moved the towel over her naked body. She felt suddenly self-conscious and kept the towel over most of her as she dried off, not looking at him as he moved around and got dressed, or so she assumed.

  Then, he was in front of her, kneeling by her and not letting her avoid him any longer. His intense blue eyes studied her and the smile was there, but it had a different quality to it now, and she felt her heart neat faster as she waited for him to speak first. “You are so very beautiful, Margo. You shouldn’t hide.”

  She looked at him, trying to understand what he meant. Hide? She obviously didn’t hide well enough. But did she wish she had been hidden from her new neighbor? After what she had just experienced, she knew her answer would be no. Still, she didn’t see his point. “I don’t hide, Jackson.”

  He smiled and shook his head. “You did, but you won’t anymore.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “Would you like to come over to my place tonight?”

  Margo felt heat flush her body and images of what they had just done flooded her mind. She had never wanted a man more, and she wasn’t sure she even wanted to wait the hours until dinner. She surprised herself by taking his hands and pulling him toward her. “I would like to come over tonight.” She leaned down and kissed him again. “But what will I do with my time until then?”

  His response told her he had a few good ideas.

  TAKEN BY TWO SAILORS

  (A Reluctant Double Penetration erotica story)

  by Jane Kemp

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  Cover image by Russell Marleau

  She called herself Kitty when she danced. It was a silly name she knew, but the patrons seemed to like girlish names and she liked their tips, so she stuck with the name Kitty and kept business strong and steady. She liked to joke that Kitty shook her titties to feed the kitty. Granted, it would often bring blank stares from the other dancers, in fact, only Romeo, the bouncer of all people, had ever laughed at her little word play. What the hell, she didn’t care as long as she earned money.

  She had, quite literally, fallen into dancing when she was in college. She had been with a boyfriend, whose name was faded in the past—John? Tom?—at a strip club because she had finally allowed him to drag her in after much argumentation and vodka. Then, when the drinks began to get to her, she had, according to the day after report
s, climbed up onto the stage with the dancer and had begun to dance and disrobe herself. Her memory of the event was foggy, but she had woken up in her dorm room with a wad of one dollar bills and a paper with a phone number on it. On a crazy whim, she had called the number and had been offered a job dancing at the club.

  Of course, she had no intention of accepting but, when she sat down to count the lump of bills and discovered that they totaled close to three hundred dollars, she had called back and accepted. Still, it hadn’t been easy. It was a different thing dancing sober than being blitzed out of your mind and not caring what the hell you were doing. Luckily, one of the regulars took pity on her and began to show her the ropes, and the pole and the stirrups. It was eye-opening and pocket filling. She began to pull in more and more money and she was sold on the lifestyle from then on.

  There were some nights, though, when things weren’t that wonderful and, usually, it was something to do with a customer. There were the drunks who would suddenly try to pull you off stage or climb up with you or there were rich snots who thought that because they had a wad of cash they could treat you like shit. Tonight, it had been the customer that began to believe that you were meant to be a girlfriend and meant only for him.

  She had seen them walk in while she was still waiting to go on. They had been in a few times earlier in the week and they had, with each consecutive visit, paid more and more attention to her while ignoring the other dancers. This wasn’t necessarily a problem because, after all, a dancer wanted to have some loyal fans she could count on to show up and fill her pockets, but when it began to feel territorial, that was when things got weird.

  These two appeared to be sailors from the local naval base. They didn’t wear uniforms, but she could tell from the haircuts, builds, and general demeanor that they were military. They were attractive in their way, one of them being tall with blond hair, square Midwestern features and blue eyes. The other was shorter with a thicker build and darker hair, though both had the same crew cuts, and deep green eyes that seemed to watch every move she made on stage and off with rabid attention.