Sex Every Day, Volume 4: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  He filled my pussy with just 3/4ths of his cock, but Damon slowly eased himself halfway back out before cramming his entire length inside. I moaned with the onslaught. I almost came right then from being stuffed full with his hot cock.

  I wiggled my hips in a tight circle, adjusting to his size, before his lips crashed back onto mine.

  He pumped hard three times, then breathed against my mouth. “My God, you’re so tight!”

  His words pushed me past crazed. I shoved myself onto his cock, arching my hips as his length slammed the back wall of my womb, harder by the thrust.

  He backed out, scrambling for control. I shook myself loose from his grip and fell back to my knees so I could suck my juices from his prick. As I swirled my tongue around his hot tip, Damon shuddered, groaned, and pumped his thick come hard into my mouth. It shot over my tongue and dripped down my throat, coating my mouth with my juices and his.

  Even after I swallowed his load, Damon’s dick didn’t go down. I kept on sucking, taking him from hard back to throbbing in seconds. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I popped his dick from my mouth and saw the veins were still bulging.

  “I want that sweet pussy all over my cock,” he said. It would’ve been an order, if his eyes weren’t full of begging.

  “Take what you want,” I panted, surprising even myself.

  He shoved me to my back, tumbling on top of me as he spread my legs, pushing his body between them, and swiping his dick between my swollen, starving lips. I gasped as he penetrated my hole for the second time, pumping hard and sending vibrations from the pit of my stomach to my brain.

  Shockwaves radiated through my body, shattering me.

  My body quivered as Damon pounded the back wall of my hot, slick pussy, prolonging the my orgasm longer than I’d ever experienced. I was numb with pleasure when he exploded again, painting the inner walls of my pulsing pussy just as he had coated my throat.

  His taste returned to my tongue and mouth as I panted and moaned through the fresh wave of pleasure, my body convulsing from the force of it.

  Juices squirted from my gaping pussy around his cock, turning my brain fuzzy and sending me into a low and lingering moan. I was dazed and dizzy as Damon pulled himself from my depths to collect himself. His breathing slowed as he lay still beside me in the dew-soaked, cum-stained grass, petting my panting body up one side then down the other.

  “Who knows where you are?” he asked softly.

  “Just Jack,” I said, still breathless.

  “Good,” he said with a smirk I could barely see in the growing moonlight. “Because I plan on doing this again and again until the sun comes up tomorrow.”

  A grin lit my face so bright an eclipse couldn’t drown it.

  I was grateful for Jack covering my ass, but I knew it couldn’t last. It was hard enough hiding Damon before I’d had his big, beautiful cock inside me.

  Now it would be impossible.

  Jack said that once I went black I would never go back, and while that likely wasn’t true, I know now I can’t stop. It’s been two long weeks since the lake. Damon’s fucked me three times, each one harder than the last. His house is out of the question, now that we saw Uncle Carl driving by. The only place he can have me is at the country club since there’s no way he could ever find us there. Damon’s had me once in the cooler and twice outside by the dumpster, but now our co-workers are getting suspicious.

  I don’t know what to do. If I get caught, my world will crumble.

  But I can’t stop thinking about Damon’s big black beautiful cock, or the tender heart that never stops beating above it.

  Church Secretary Gangbang

  I stood frozen in front of the white vanity, sweeping thick black lines across the lip of my lower eyelid, and then halfway across the top one. My eyes are my best feature by far, and I highlight them often. I was preparing for a day of firsts and fantasies filled. It was a day I knew I would never forget, and I wanted to look my absolute best.

  There’s a distinct difference between me and most woman I know, my best friend Linda included. I deny myself nothing. Every day I see humanity’s folly, with too many people habitually denying themselves their true desires. Women are the worst, depriving themselves of chocolate, bread, sex, sleep, and all for what? So they can meet society’s version of the perfect figure, ending their lives thick with regret, after decades of too many what ifs and I wish I would have done thats?

  Fuck. That.

  I wasn’t born skinny and my bone structure tells size four to eat shit on a daily basis. I’m a size 10 and love every inch of my body. Sure, I have a few places where I jiggle and wish I didn’t, but my body and I get along well because I rarely deny its wants or needs.

  I feel bad for those poor souls sacrificing euphoria when their bodies are whispering life’s secret: scratch where it itches.

  Scratching where it itched was precisely how I lived my life. I’d been made fun of for years about being a slightly larger but extremely sexual woman, and was tired of seeing anorexic-looking girls fill the frames of every porn video I owned, skimmed or downloaded in full.

  My primary goal on the day I agreed to secretly shoot porn was to satisfy myself, temporarily shush my always-screaming pussy, and show the world that big girls could shoot a killer sex scene just as well as any of the countless smaller models with fake tits, who were all echoes of some long gone original. I was real, goddamn it, and happy to flaunt my flesh, so long as the producers could camouflage it well enough so no one in my small town would ever find me out.

  If the secret got out, my life would be ruined.

  No one knows my life’s maxim about being comfortable in your own skin better than Linda, except maybe her boyfriend Jeff. Jeff and I were fucking back before either of us had met Linda, right after his parents unexpectedly passed away. We were both going through rough shit, and needed the sticky sort of comfort readily available between one another’s legs.

  For most people, that sort of intimacy would have fucked everything up. For us –sexual creatures who know and embrace who we are – ample time between the sheets only brought us closer. After Jeff and Linda got together, Jeff and I continued to fuck, added Linda to the mix, and became a holy trinity of steaming hot sex. We helped each other with everything – I helped Linda fulfill her bisexual hunger and kept their sex lives sparking. They helped me keep my feet on the ground. Now, our lives are cemented together.

  The economy was worse than crap, and all three of us could seriously use the money, so we agreed to shoot a porn video. Pay was better than decent, considering it was cash we wouldn’t have to report, and get paid for fucking my two best friends. As long as the shoot stayed a secret, and my regular job as a church secretary stayed protected, I was sloppy wet and ready to scratch.

  Yes, I work at a church in my small town, just outside Barrow Falls. At 21, a girl can’t be too picky. I’d been forced to sit in a pew in the back of that church for much of my life, and couldn’t stand most of the hypocritical fucks who went there. Many parishioners came in countless times a month steaming through their ears about their wives being cheating whores, or their husbands being too demanding in bed, when they should have been grateful their pruney asses were even getting laid.

  I was hesitant when Father offered me a job in the parish, especially since I saw most of Catholicism as bullshit, especially Confession. My personal disclosures were best left to my journal and closest friends – the same friends who couldn’t believe it when I accepted the job, partly from guilt but mostly from hunger. It wasn’t exactly like I was looking at a heap of options, being a 21-year-old girl working hard for her degree.

  Though I was wet as a river just thinking about it, shooting porn was the riskiest thing I had ever done, by far. Getting caught would mean losing the job that was paying for everything in my life, from the roof over my head to the birth control that let me have as many cream pies as I wanted. Without my steady paycheck, I’d be homeless, horny, and hating
my life.

  The promoter showed us how he could alter our looks with some simple software, and cover up anything that could specifically identify us. I had one life to live, Jeff and Linda would never tell a soul, and this was a golden opportunity we weren’t likely to get again.

  I smiled into the mirror, tucking a strand of thick blonde hair behind my ear, before splashing a light layer of pink on my cheekbones and smearing tinted gloss across my lips. Backing away from the mirror, I drank in my reflection. I’m not a vain woman, but I do know when I look hot.

  I was strapping platform stilettos to my feet when Linda’s horn blasted from outside. Jeff was sitting in the passenger’s seat, grinning. I opened the back door, slid on the vinyl over to the middle, and playfully poked my head between my favorite pair of lovers.

  “Alright you two, spill it. Did you talk to them?” I asked, wanting to know about the conference call they had with the producers.

  “Jeff took the call.” Linda turned to me, pouting. “And he won’t say shit. Says he wants it to be a surprise.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, “I do love surprises!”

  Jeff chuckled, checking his watch. “Hurry up, Linda,” he slapped her on the knee. “We can’t be late!”

  Linda sped off onto Maple, flying roughly forty miles an hour over the speed limit like she usually did when excited. Risky behavior and Linda were like her hand to her cunt – made for each other.

  We pestered Jeff for a full hour until we finally arrived at the shoot, twenty minutes (and miles) outside the city limits. Of course, the asshole said nothing. We walked through the gate and saw a battery of cameras littering the lot from every angle. I swallowed hard, feeling the dampness between my legs and trying to think of another time when I’d been so excited. I failed to come up with anything close, but I finally understood Jeff’s giddy smile: We were going to be filmed fucking outside in a parking lot.

  A large bald man smiled at me from behind his camera. I returned his smile and turned to Linda. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

  Her mouth was hanging open in a giant O, maybe wider than mine. She spun in a slow circle, surveying the layout. A Corvette and a Mustang were the only props we could see. Linda’s skinny ass swayed, tempting me as she walked the cars’ perimeter, skimming her fingers on each freshly waxed hood. I couldn’t wait to lick her creamy center until she sprayed juices all over my face, and the glossy paint, with who-knew-how-many cameras recording every pleasure.

  My panties were soaked and my nipples perked. I wondered how long I would have to wait for my fucking. I was hot, impatient and considering a trip to the restroom, imagining shoving my fingers in and out of my cumhole, when Jeff interrupted my daydream, yelling across the lot that we had forms to fill out if we expected to get paid. Hell yeah I did. My share, $1,000, would give me enough to catch up on my bills, and still leave me with a little left to celebrate.

  It was hysterical because I would have shot the porno for free.

  A stocky bald guy greeted us inside the lot’s only building, a small metal shack. His black-rimmed glasses framed navy blue eyes and made him look as if he had just jumped from the cover of “Film School Weekly.” He spoke softly as he handed us a stack of release forms, and urged us to read them carefully before signing and returning.

  If there is one thing being a secretary at a Catholic church will teach you, it’s to read shit before putting your name at the bottom. I’d made the mistake of signing a court release obligating Father to reveal private information about one of the members in his Porn Addicts Anonymous group. He was close to stabbing me with a crucifix when he discovered what I had done. I figured I should be careful when signing my body away for display to millions of possible viewers, so I sat to read the contract.

  The release was reasonably straight forward, $1000 for one shoot, with the production company, “Internal Affairs” in no way liable for injury, blah blah blah. I signed quickly after skimming the remaining pages, then handed the stack back to Mr. Bald Hottie, smiling. He took Linda and me back behind his office to Wardrobe, while Jeff walked out to meet the remaining cast members.

  We picked out some naughty lingerie, tags still attached, and put them on under the school girl outfits which were already laid out for us. We stared at one another for a long, lustful moment, then giggled as we walked out of the building hand in hand. We were emailed a general outline for where our “story” was supposed to start in advance, so we skipped across the parking lot toward the cars as the cameras started rolling.

  Linda stopped in front of the Corvette, then pulled me toward her, smashing our lips together. We lingered like magnets for a long moment, softly nipping lips and giggling like good little school girls as we stroked each other’s bodies.

  Heat between us crackled like a campfire as we were slowly surrounded by a semicircle of six well-built men, each dressed like the others in ripped jeans and plain white tees. Jeff stood front and center. The shock on our faces widened his smile.

  Finally, his secret was spilled. This wasn’t a threesome; it was a gangbang.

  My heart sped as I tried not to think about the many ways the video would ruin my life if ever discovered, then banished the possibility from my mind as reality unspooled around me.

  Jeff stepped between Linda and me, crushing his lips against hers before turning and stabbing his tongue between mine, squashing my indecision and pulling me into the moment. All three of us were panting by the time the other five men narrowed their circle, until they were suddenly on top of us, running 10 hands up and down our bodies, and spreading two bodies on two separate cars.

  My eyes met Linda’s as she was thrown back against the Mustang and a stranger’s lips slipped up under the front of her plaid fabric skirt, nipping the cloth at the apex of her legs, then pulling it down to her ankles.

  Her eyes melted. I imagined her slick slit gushing above the stranger’s head, bringing my own smooth cumbox to a dripping mess. Fingers hooked into the soft fabric between my legs and slid the soaked panties down over my thighs to puddle at my feet. My eyes rolled back in my head as two fingers slid smoothly in between the flaps of my hot, slick slit.

  As my head fell back, as if I had no control of it at all, I saw the man with Linda lapping at her cunt as Jeff released the knot of her shirt just below her swelling tits, then rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb as the stranger kneeled on the hood behind her, laying a long trail of kisses from the base of her neck to her ear, and whispering something that cause her to moan and arch her back as she pushed her muff further down and bucked against his lips.

  My trio of strangers handled my body as if I were wearing a fragile sticker on my forehead. One was black and beautiful and another had incredible blue eyes. My final hunk looked exactly like a Ken doll. I wanted more from each.

  With my rising desire far from met, I grabbed my own tits and started kneading them hard beneath my palms while watching Linda shudder against the lips of her own blonde-headed Ken. Fortunately, all three of the trained men groping my dripping pussy took the hint. Black and Beautiful kneeled in front of me, crammed three fingers deep into my hole, and forced a long involuntary pleasure-filled moan to gasp from my lips.

  My whimper grabbed Jeff’s attention. He pulled himself from Linda, sauntered over to my parted legs with a snicker on his thick lips, released the knot under my full tits, just as he’d done to his woman, then traded places with the blonde, giving Linda twice as many Kens.

  Jeff twisted my nipples hard, his trained hands already knowing how to make me cream. I growled, then slammed my ass down toward Black and Beautiful’s long skinny fingers, rocking his wrist, and writhing on top as I stared into Linda’s eyes and sucked on my fingertips.

  My muscles shivered as creamy cum seeped from my cunt and onto the warm hand pressing hard circles onto my clit. Vibrations quickly subsided and a soft warmth started brewing under my belly as the blue-eyed man behind me turned my body. He pulled his boxers down so that
his long, thick cock sprung free, then grasped it at its base and shoved its entire length into my waiting mouth.

  I sucked his throbbing shaft like it had a million dollars waiting to fly out from inside it. Crazy Blue Eyes made all the right noises at all the right times, and fanned my warmth into full-blown fire.

  Linda’s moans from three feet away fueled my aching need, and despite the glory of a half-dozen dicks all around me, I knew the flames could only be doused by a woman’s touch.

  I popped Crazy Eyes’ cock from my mouth and tore away from the half-dozen mauling hands, then snatched Linda from Ken #2 and pulled her toward me. The six men fell back so the ladies could have their fun.

  Linda’s dark hair draped around one shoulder. I grabbed a handful as I smashed our bodies together, ravaged her mouth, and slid my hand between us and down to her hot center. Humid summer wrapped us in a blanket as Linda pinched my nipples and I massaged two of my fingers deep inside her. Her excited groans were escalated by the six twitching dicks craving to fuck as they circled around us.

  She wanted me before they had their turn, and showed me with her hands as they found my clit, rubbing it hard as we rocked our bodies together, bringing an almost immediate and mutual release. We shuddered as one, then each fell to our knees, taking one cock in each hand and another in our mouths.

  Each man got equal time in our mouths before we moved to the next. Jeff alternated between us, displaying his keen ability to get his pleasure while giving it to us hard enough to keep us moaning.

  We worked our way around the circle until we had our fill of blended flavors, then stood, biting our lips as the circle narrowed around us. We looked at each other, smiling, knowing what was coming as a pair of men positioned their asses against the Mustang, while another two situated themselves at mouth level. The remaining two closed in from behind, nudging us forward.