TAKEN (Five Hardcore Rough and Reluctant Sex Shorts) (2 page)

Finally, he slid from her throat and her head dropped as she gasped and sputtered, sucking air into her sore throat.  The moment he pulled out, though, she felt Tru pull out of her pussy as well and her sudden emptiness made her moan.  But, she felt hands on her ass immediately after and she shot up, trying to twist away from between both boys.

Tru held her again and as she felt his hands and his kisses, her body surrendered to the need for him and she calmed down.  His hands found her ass again and she felt his fingers slip between her cheeks and probe at her tight hole.  She gasped when he suddenly thrust them in all the way and began moving them in circles, forcing her anus to open and relax.  The feeling was something slightly uncomfortable, but it quickly became something that excited her and made her pussy quiver and clench as her orgasm grew closer again.

Jarret stepped up now and took her hand, pulling her forward away from Tru and to the narrow bench before the lockers.  Brushing back her dark hair from her face, he kissed her for the first time.  He was different than Tru, wilder, rougher, but he also had a more immediate response from her body.  She knew she was getting closer, so when he leaned against the lockers and pulled her to him, she didn’t fight his direction.

Putting his hands under her thighs, he began to pick her up and position himself to thrust up into her throbbing pussy when she felt Tru’s hands on her waist, helping to steady her as she was lowered onto
Jarret’s
shaft.  The feeling was immediate and she cried out as her orgasm broke over her, making her tremble so hard, she would have fallen backwards if Tru hadn’t been there.  She began bouncing wildly, pushing
Jarret’s
dick in and out of her, keeping her orgasm going.

She was so overwhelmed with the powerful sensations that her orgasm was sending through her that she didn’t, at first, feel Tru’s cock pressing against her asshole, but as her orgasm ebbed, she felt him beginning to push into her tiny opening and she started yelling.  She was still on
Jarret’s
cock and now, her ass was being stretched wide, sending sharp pains traveling all through her.

Tru didn’t wait for her to get used to the sensation, but instead, began pumping in and out as fast as he could in her virgin hole.  She was so tight and the cock in her pussy made her tighter, so that it was difficult for him to get very deep at first.  Pain shot through her body, but it was a strange pain that seemed to simultaneously ignite her nipples and her pussy to even more sensitivity.   As he moved, in fact, and her pain turned to an intense pleasure, her ass began to relax and he was able to move faster.

Keilani had never experienced such intense physical feelings in her life and she shook now as her orgasm gripped her and didn’t let go.  She could feel the two cocks moving against each other separated only by the thin skin that was the barrier between her pussy and her ass.  Their thrusts quickly became wilder as both boys got closer.  She could feel their cocks swelling inside her and then, Tru’s hands on her hips gripped her harder and his cock grew and throbbed and he came, burying his face in her hair as he filled her ass with his hot semen.

Jarret wasn’t far behind, but he wasn’t planning on coming in her pussy.  Suddenly pulling out of her, he took her from Tru’s arms and pulled her to her knees on the cold cement of the locker room floor.  His hand was on her head and in her hair, pulling her head back and then, his pulsing cock head was resting on her lips and pushing into her mouth.  She felt him shudder and then he thrust forward and his cock spurted cum, the salty liquid thick and hot on her tongue as he shoved deep, making her swallow the sticky load.  She shivered as his cock filled her mouth, cutting off her air again, but in a moment, the last spasms had run through him and he slid his cock from her mouth.

She was on her hands and knees gasping for breath when she felt Tru’s gentle hold on her shoulders as he helped her to her feet and wrapped her in her towel.  She didn’t want to look at either one of them, but he put his hand under her chin and brought her face up to his and kissed her gently.  Then, he turned to his friend.  “Jare, do me a favor and wait for me outside.”

“Sure thing.”
  Jarret leered at her, but she ignored him and, finally, he was gone.

Keilani sighed and collapsed onto the bench, her body shaking and weak.  Tru sat down beside her and took one of her hands between both of his.  “You know, none of this was planned.  We were just going to come in here and mess with your stuff, but, “ he paused and licked his lips, then he looked at her, his grey eyes staring into hers, “you were so beautiful.”

“Beautiful?  I was angry as hell!”

“And it made you beautiful.  Look, Keilani,” it was the first time he had ever used her name and she felt a strange thrill in hearing him say it, “I’m really sorry, for everything.  I’m going to pull myself out of the program.  You’re right; I don’t deserve to be here.”

She sighed and clutched the towel around her with her one free hand as her other hand remained captive between his.  “I never wanted you guys out of the program.”

“Never?”

She laughed.  “Well, okay, there were moments, but, really, I just wanted you to leave me alone or, even better, accept me.”  As she said it, she knew it was true. “I think I should get dressed now.”

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 sh
e 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.