HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts)

by Brockton, Nancy

Getting on all fours beside him, she shook her ass in his face as a signal to come up behind her. Quickly, he kneeled behind her, though he had to crouch over her to accommodate the low ceiling of the van. He grabbed her with one hand on her waist and one hand on an ass cheek, squeezing it and lifting her ass higher while shifting her upper body lower. The touch of his hand on her ass made her cry out and sent a shiver quaking through her whole body.

  Now, he moved up and, resting his thighs against hers for support, he pressed the head of his cock against her slippery pussy lips. She tried to back up onto him, but he held her steady, teasing her with the slight touch. As she practically cried in her need for his cock, he suddenly thrust forward and pushed his dick fully into her throbbing folds.

  He fucked her hard and rough, pushing her body down into the mattress until she collapsed underneath him and lay flat. Her legs were pushed together by his and her pussy tightened around his cock as it pounded at her. Still, she knew what she wanted and she knew she needed it now.

  Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock and kept him from thrusting back into her pussy. Then drawing him forward, she put the head between her ass cheeks and moved her ass back so that his dick was pressed against her tiny hole. He seemed to balk, and she lost all patience with him. “Oh, Jesus Christ, just fuck my ass. Come on, fuck it.” She wiggled it up and down to reinforce her command.

  It was all he needed, and he grabbed her again by the waist. Then she heard a loud grunt and, suddenly, his cock was halfway up her tight hole. She moaned and moved her ass from side to side as he thrust again and filled her ass completely with his long hard shaft.

  Slowly at first, he began to move, slipping in and out of her clenching hole. Her pussy ached crazily and she thrust a hand down under her body, curving slightly around in order to reach her clit with her searching fingers. Furiously, she began to finger her clit as Jesse’s thrusts became faster and harder. He was pulling her ass and slamming it against his stomach as he pushed more wildly into her. Suddenly, she tensed and then her body released as a powerful orgasm hit her, making her writhe and roll. Jesse’s thrusts became totally uncontrollable and, finally, he thrust deeper and came, filling her ass with his semen.

  Jesse instantly collapsed on top of her, until her elbowing made him roll over. She shifted to her side and looked at his flushed baby face with his eyes closed and smiled. To think, after only two sessions she had become the in charge anal expert. She reached over and brushed a hair from his face. He looked over at her and smiled the smile of the devoted puppy. God, he really was young.

  Eventually, they got dressed and headed back into the bar. He gave her a brief kiss and made a beeline for his friends, anxious, she was sure, to sure his incredible good fortune and rub their noses in it. She found Paula at a back booth, making out like a prom date with a freckled redhead who looked like his voice might still be changing. Jessica informed her that she had to get home and asked if Paula would like her to call a cab.

  Paula shrugged and then seemed to zoom in on her face. Like radar, she picked up that something interesting had happened and scooted out of the booth. She graciously said goodbye to her disappointed suitor and then grabbed Jessica by the arm and practically ran her outside. “Well, what the hell has the cat been eating?”

  Jessica grinned and felt herself blushing. “I only followed your advice.”

  “And?” Paula goaded her impatiently.

  “Let’s just say that I can appreciate a car with a good suspension system.”

  ***

  And there you have it, another in the long list of adventures my friend Jessica experienced in her search for anal happiness. I hope you like the way I told the story, and I hope you’re coming to love Jessica as much as I do. There’ll be a lot more to cum (pun definitely intended) in Jessica’s world, and I hope you stick around for the ride.

  Until then, may all your dreams be backdoor dreams!

  BEATRICE BEWITCHED BY NEW NEIGHBOR

  an erotic short by Cindy Jameson

  All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  Beatrice couldn’t believe the racket they were making next door. For six months, she hadn’t had a next door neighbor, and she liked it that way. It was peaceful and quiet. It also let her keep working on her master’s thesis. She sighed. The noise just wouldn’t stop. She stood up from her computer and walked toward the door. She caught a glimpse of herself in the guest bathroom mirror right by the front door and realized she couldn’t go outside. She had worked fourteen hours straight, right through the night. The long hours at her computer made her look tired and dirty, and she wasn’t going to let the loud new neighbors see her like that.

  She walked back to her bedroom and stripped out of her sweatpants and t-shirt. She stepped into her bathroom and into the shower where she let the hot water flow over her. The shower rejuvenated her, and she felt her hair gaining back some of its luster. When it dried, it would be shiny and black with slight waves in it travelling from her head to the small of her back. She rubbed her body wash over her breasts. They were large and firm, and she had worked hard to keep the rest of her body just as firm. She rubbed soap down her long, slender legs and back up. She rinsed off and then stepped out to towel off. She felt better looking at herself in the mirror. After her shower, nobody would know she’d been up for nearly thirty hours straight. She turned and looked at her rear end. It was still heart-shaped and perfect.

  When she was dry, she pulled on a white cotton t-shirt. The few droplets of water left in her hair splashed down and left tiny transparent patches in the cotton, but she didn’t care. The racket next door was getting louder. If she didn’t get some quiet, she’d never get her damned thesis done. She only had three and a half days left before she would have to submit it to committee and she probably had three or four weeks’ worth of work left. She wasn’t going to let a noisy new neighbor ruin it all for her. God, why can’t people be quiet? She wanted to hurry, and she skipped the panties and just pulled on her jeans. She slipped her feet into sandals and stormed out the front door.

  She stepped out and walked across her lawn to the house next door, where men in movers’ uniforms laughed and yelled each other as they carried furniture from an old truck up the driveway and into the house.

  “Can you guys quiet the hell down?” She yelled the words, almost screeching. “I’m trying to work over here!”

  The men stopped and looked at her in shock. One of them, a fat man with pants that drooped low enough that Beatrice thought he might trip said, “Uh, I’m sorry. Uh, we’re just trying to move stuff in.” The men fell silent and quietly continued their work.

  A man stepped from inside the house out onto the front porch. He looked at her, nodded, and said, “I’m really sorry they disturbed you. I’ll make sure they’re quieter.”

  Beatrice looked at him. He smiled at her. His eyes were soft. “Yeah, you better tell them to be quiet because I have too much work to do to hear all this racket!”

  He lifted his hands up. “Look…I’m sorry. I’ll make sure they’re as quiet as they can be, okay?”

  “You’d better!” She turned away and stomped back to her house.

  She felt good. She’d made her feelings absolutely clear and they would quiet down again. She sat at the computer and got back to work. Suddenly, she heard a loud buzzing noise.

  She opened her eyes. Oh, Jesus! She’d fallen asleep in front of the computer, and her alarm was buzzing. She’d set it because she’d wanted to have twenty pages done by now. It was 2:00 a.m. She’d lost nearly five hours. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She got back to typing, found her rhythm again, and felt a little better. If she just got an extra two pages done per hour, she’d be caught up by the morning.

  Suddenly, she heard a loud noise like a gunshot followed by a sputter. She rushed to the window. It was the moving truck next door. The fat man sat in the driver’s seat trying to get the engine to turn over. Another backfire sent jolts of electricity throug
h her head and she rushed outside again, yelling. The man from the porch met her halfway there. “Hey, calm down. They’re just trying to get the truck to start. They’re all done. They’re just trying to leave now.”

  Beatrice glared at him, eyes flashing. “I don’t give a damn what they’re doing. I don’t care if they have to sit all day at your place. Jesus, I don’t care if they move in with you, just turn the damned noise off!”

  He stared at her. “You know, you need to calm down.”

  “I have work to do, and I want it quiet.” She pointed at him. “I want it quiet now!”

  He looked her again. He watched as his eyes scanned her, lingering on her breasts, moving down her legs to her toes and then back up to settle on her face. “You really need to get fucked, don’t you, lady?” He turned around and walked back into his house.

  Beatrice stood with her mouth agape. She started to yell, but the truck backfired and drowned out her curse. She looked at the old vehicle. Thankfully, the engine roared to life, and she watched it drive away. Finally, she could work. She walked back to her house and slammed the door behind her. Asshole!

  She stomped to her computer and got back to work, but the jerk’s words wouldn’t leave her mind. She typed for about forty-five minutes and then cursed, erased the five pages she’d written and started again. The asshole was cute, too. He had a good, muscular body and a square jaw. His hair was nice and looked just a little mussed, like he was a little boy. Bastard! She typed away. A half hour later, she found herself typing, “and Charlemagne really needed to get fucked” and she screamed. She was so angry. She got up, knocking her chair down and went next door to give the guy a piece of her mind.

  She stood on the porch and pounded on the door. Finally, he opened it and stared at her in shock. She started in on him, “Listen to me you asshole, I don’t need you to tell me…” She couldn’t believe it. He ignored her and was shutting the door. She pushed it open before it closed and stepped inside. She kept yelling at him, and he did the only thing that could have made her angrier. He laughed at her. Her eyes flew open wide. “How dare you laugh at m—”

  Her yell was cut off because he suddenly reached forward and pulled her to him, smothering the words with his mouth. She was shocked as she felt his tongue push into her mouth and even more shocked to find her hands around his shoulders. She was still pissed at him. In fact, she was even angrier now, but he held her and kissed her and she kissed him back.

  She was still angry when he moved his hands to small of her back. She felt his tongue moving in her mouth and sucked at it. She was still angry when she felt his hands gripping her ass and she moaned against his lips. She was still angry when he lifted her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and she was still angry as he carried her to his bedroom, never taking his mouth off of her. She was angry when he tossed her onto the bed that didn’t even have sheets on it yet. She was angry when he took off his t-shirt, even though she let out a sigh when she saw how his muscles rippled. When he climbed on the bed and roughly pulled her shirt off her, she got even angrier, but her “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” ended up as “What the—” as his mouth closed on hers again.

  His hands squeezed her breasts, and she let out a sigh as he pinched her nipples. He kept his mouth on hers as he reached down and deftly unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down her jeans. He pulled his mouth off so he could get her jeans all the way down. When he saw her bare pussy, he said, “You really needed to get fucked. Jesus, no panties.”

  She sat bolt upright and then rose to her knees. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I—” His mouth cut her off again, and she was pissed at him and pissed at herself that each time he kissed her, the anger didn’t seem as important. She could feel him maneuvering, and by the time he climbed back on the bed and took his mouth from hers, his pants were off. Her eyes opened wide at the size of him. He reached out and took her head, pulling her forward, and she leaned in to kiss him, but he pushed her downward. She was pissed at him, and now his cock was only inches from her face. “I’m not gonna—” This time, it wasn’t his lips on her mouth that shut her up.

  He held the back of her head, gathering her hair together as he pushed in and out of her mouth. She still felt angry as she put her hand on his shaft and began moving it in time with her mouth. He let go of her hair, and even though she was angry, she didn’t stop. She moved her mouth up and down flicking at the head with her tongue. She took her hand off his shaft and rubbed his balls as she pushed herself all the way down until his cock pressed against her throat and she gagged a little. She pulled her mouth off, pissed off at him for making her gag, but she began to stroke him again, and noticing his balls, she put her mouth underneath and began to lick at him. She looked up at him and he seemed like nothing more than a teenage boy, guiltily experimenting with the next door neighbor girl. She found her anger disappearing and her gaze on him softening.

  Of course, that only lasted for a moment because he pulled away from her and pushed her onto her back and she was pissed at him all over again. She scowled at him, but she adjusted her hips upward as he pulled her ankles apart and pushed into her. He was nice and big, and she gasped as he slipped in, smiling at him. Then, she was really angry that he had made her smile, and when he leaned over and she wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped at his shoulders as he moved on top of her, she felt the anger welling up as she pulled up against him with her legs and pushed up against him with her hips. Bastard! Asshole!

  It felt amazing as he pushed in and out of her, and she moaned against him, kissing and licking his earlobes and nibbling his neck. “Oh, God! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me…fuck…me…” She realized she didn’t know his name and it pissed her off. She got even more pissed when he whispered to her that his name was James because he could tell what she was thinking. Asshole! “Yes! Yes! Fuck me James! Fuck me!” He suddenly lifted himself off of her but held her hips as he stood and suddenly she was up at an angle, her head and shoulders on the bed, him standing and pushing into her from that position and it was incredible. It was good. Fucking good, asshole. “Oh God! Yes! Yes!” He fucked her that way for a while, and when she looked up at him, his face was so full of wonder, like a braniac who had scored with the captain of the cheerleading squad and she felt herself losing the anger again. He really was cute, and the way he was pounding at her was incredible. She put her hands at below his knees and held on tight as he pushed in and out of her. She felt herself groaning closer and closer. Her anger was gone and she knew she would come soon.

  Of course she got angry at him again because he flipped her over onto her hands and knees without even bothering to ask if she wanted it that way, and as he plunged into her over and over she thought, You Prick! even as she shouted, “Oh God yes! It feels so good, James.” He leaned over and grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back, allowing him to push in even deeper. Asshole! “Oh fuck yes!” You bastard! “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  With his hand pulling her head back, she suddenly realized he’d already set up a mirror in front of the bed, and as she watched herself in the mirror, her face glazing over, her mouth alternately opening in a moan, clenching in a growl and licking at her lips, she got angrier. What kind of a freak has a mirror up before he ever puts sheets on the bed? Still, she moaned and screamed “Oh Yeah!” By now, her knees had spread so she was only an inch or so above the mattress as he pumped into her, and he let go of her hair to push her shoulders into the bed. She wanted to be angry that he’d made it hard to see the mirror, but then she came.

  It flowed over her like a river, the waves of it rippling through her like a current of electricity. She felt it take away the significance of socioeconomic factors contributing to the consolidation of the Ottoman Empire. She felt it washing away the Machiavellian factors involved in Papal interference with European politics, and she felt it drown the importance of the Holy Roman Empire. She felt the days upon end t
hat kept her for six months at libraries and with books stacked around her disappear. She felt it tear away the soreness in her eyes and her neck that came from long hours in front a computer screen. She screamed a long unintelligible scream as she felt her pussy gripping at James like it would tear his cock right from him.

  James continued to pump at her until she thought she couldn’t take another thrust, and that was when he turned her over, pulled her to him, and pushed himself back into her mouth. She wanted to be angry at him as she felt his hot, salty, semen splash on her tongue, but she found that she couldn’t, and she put her hands on his ass and squeezed him as she sucked and sucked. She wanted to be angry at him when he didn’t withdraw his dick and she realized he expected her to swallow, but she wasn’t and she gulped it down. She wanted to be angry at him when he finally pulled out of her mouth and collapsed next to her on the mattress, but instead, still reeling from the orgasms he had given her, she rolled over and put her head on his shoulder.

  She was finally able to muster up a little bit of anger when he got up in about ten minutes and handed her the t-shirt and the jeans, but not much. She pulled on her clothes and watched him dress. When he kissed her cheek and said, “There, now you’re all better,” she felt a little flash of anger.

  “Prick,” she said, but it was half-hearted. He led her to the door and hugged her tight, and she thought it was actually pretty sweet of him to hug her tight and kiss her neck before opening the door for her. Still…“Asshole.” He chuckled at her as she said the word while she stepped out and onto his porch. She smiled at his laugh and was glad that her back was turned so he couldn’t see. She walked toward her house and sighed. The afternoon sun would soon give way to the moon, and she hadn’t accomplished a damn thing since 9am.

  When she got to her house, her message light was flashing, and her heart sank when she heard her thesis advisor’s voice asking for a call. She would have to call him and tell him a lie, saying that she was completely ready to go and just hope for the best. Wearily, still feeling vague traces of her orgasms fluttering beneath her jeans, she dialed his number. When he answered, she told him she was returning his message.