Sex Every Day, Volume 4: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Janie, on the other hand, was more interested in places than people. When she met Seth, his knowledge was her opiate. He spilled endless stories about traveling through the States after his father left the Air Force. They spent nights counting places to go, and where they would fuck when they were there.

  Seth made her even hungrier to see the world than she already was. He also taught her to love fucking like she loved breath in her lungs.

  Before Seth, Janie spent a lifetime sheltered from sex, growing up in a house where intercourse was strictly for the betrothed, and even then only for procreation.

  Janie was 23, adorable, and Georgia-sweet between her legs at least 90% of the time. She wanted to travel, and she wanted to fuck. With an undying love for history and travel, Janie vowed to live in every National Park before the daisies came to get her, so when she got the job at Mount Rushmore, she saw it as a sign that her dreams were on their way to truth. Seth refused to go, and Janie had to stare into the chaffing truth that they weren’t meant to be.

  Seth stared at her like she had three heads when she said she was taking the job and moving to South Dakota. They argued, until he left in a rage. She called everyone they knew, but no one had seen him. Janie was in pieces. Shattered to nothing, she drove to Brenda’s for comfort, and found her best friend on her knees in the hallway outside her apartment, swallowing Seth’s cock.

  Janie ran from the building, tears of horror shocking her face, giving her the final push she needed to flee the Springs. Janie couldn’t believe she was stupid enough to think those assholes Seth and Brenda were different from the other fools wasting their lives behind simpleminded bars.

  Life no longer revolved around Conrad, and never would ever again. She would prove to everyone how wrong they were about her, she’d never step foot inside the city limits, and would happily find herself a ranger hottie to fuck in every state park in the country.

  Janie felt pleasantly dirty as she imagined strange men fucking her under open sky so God could know she was getting silent revenge on the traitors who shattered her heart.

  By the time Janie blasted through the front doors of the park office, she was wearing a confident smile. She impressed her new boss without even trying – a heavyset woman with a goblin’s face, who Janie could swear was staring at her tits, as she prattled on about Rushmore, along with a million other facts and factoids bound to impress a heavyset woman with a goblin’s face working at Mount Rushmore.

  Janie left her new boss, open-mouthed, smiling, and still staring at her tits.

  A swarm of tourists were moving in a current toward the exit as the park was a few minutes from closing. Janie stood watching families as they gathered in hoards, spilling from the exit before heading to their cars and RVs.

  A group of staff was gathered in the corner, watching the crowd while trading banter and laughs. Janie figured she’d fine no better way of getting to know the park than meeting the staff.

  Janie introduced herself. Everyone in the group was friendly, all reaching their hands out in welcome. She spoke with each for several moments about the job’s many perks, then listened and smiled forever while an older gentlemen told her about the looping string of parks where he’d made his professional home for nearly 35 years.

  A muscular brown-eyed man stood at the back, never moving his gaze from Janie. She could feel his eyes raking up one side of her body before kissing the other. She tried shaking his stare, or at least ignoring it, but when she looked over and their eyes locked, something inside her tightened.

  He looked so familiar. He was taller than most, with light-brown hair hanging straight in the front. His boxlike jaw and high cheek bones made him look at least partially Native American, intriguing Janie further. He was dressed in what appeared to be a security officer’s uniform, snug in yummy places.

  The man stared as the group started swapping farewells and mañanas. Janie only managed to keep her eyes from his because she kept her stare on the mountain’s four majestic men. The reality of faces like gods in the rock couldn't be pictured in books.

  Giddy pleasure bloomed on Janie’s face. She couldn’t believe she was really, finally somewhere outside of the Springs, and the way the stranger was looking at her, she wouldn’t have to wait long before finding someone to fuck.

  They finally left the lot just as the sun was sinking. Janie sighed and turned to the man in the security uniform leaning against the concrete wall.

  “It’s everything I dreamed,” she said, so softly her awe was mostly whisper.

  The man uncrossed his arms and kicked himself to standing. “First time ever seeing it in real life, huh?”

  She nodded, still staring at the giant faces. A stiff breeze knocked an unruly curl into her face. The sun was starting to sink lower. Janie had plenty to learn about the park, but it would have to wait until the morning. It was time to go home and get her fingers sticky thinking about the hunk in front of her and all the times she’d probably fuck him crazy with four dead presidents watching.

  She smiled again, then turned and headed for the exit.

  “Wanna see it from the top?” he said.

  “The top?” Janie turned back squealing. “I didn’t even know you could get to the top!”

  He laughed as if on accident, a new smile lighting his face in boyish charm, making him look young and old at once. “Come with me.”

  They climbed over rocks and through bushes as he told stories of his grandfather, and how he had worked the park generations before. He was an amazing storyteller, recalling every detail about his grandfather; what he looked like, and mimicking his gestures. He even tried imitating his voice, preserved like amber in his memory. Janie had never met anyone who could tell a story so well. She struggled to soak in each detail as she climbed and bounced around the path.

  “What’s your name?”

  He laughed. “Jason. I guess I should’ve introduced myself, but your excitement was too contagious to stop you.”

  Janie blushed. “Is it that obvious?”

  He looked at Janie like she was crazy, then told her that everyone within a four-mile radius could see it too. They kept walking in comfortable silence, holding the quiet until Jason started telling her how he had found their trail, years before when his grandfather snuck him into the park and let him roam unrestricted throughout the grounds.

  Jason stopped short and Janie crashed into his body, filling her with a bolt of excitement. He spun toward Janie, and held a long tanned finger to his lips, cautioning her to keep quiet. They crouched to the side, ducking into a cluster of bushes as a pair of flashlights bounced along the hill.

  A few moments later, she heard voices: “I know I heard something, goddamn it Rick…”

  The two men slowly drifted closer, until Janie could feel the breeze from their passing. She held breath tight in her lungs until they were a good six feet further down the trail.

  That would be exactly what she needed – to get fired before her first day.

  I can’t let that happen.

  “I thought you were the nighttime security,” Janie whispered toward Jason.

  He was suddenly beside her. “I’m daytime. I don’t have clearance to be here after the park closes, though I usually am.”

  Janie could hear his smile. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know his secret hiding behind his lips, but curiosity hummed in her veins, blending with adrenaline from nearly getting caught.

  “There’s only two here at night, and they both just passed. Park is ours,” he said in a low, almost mysterious voice.

  He took her hand and started up the trail. As they climbed in silence, Janie wondered again why he looked so familiar. They reached a high gate, which Jason easily scaled almost a minute before her. Janie stumbled around until she finally felt her hands under the cold metal bar at the top, then scrambled haphazardly down the other side. He moved in definite lines, avoiding cameras and hugging shadows.

  Her heart thudded in her chest as she followe
d him. They hit a second path, almost completely vertical. Janie scraped her hands on several rocks, trying to keep pace with the sexy shadow in front of her. The ground finally leveled out and Janie looked around. No rails were there to keep her from falling as she stared at skyline for what had to be hundreds of miles rolling through the heavens like velvet with a sea of stars lying like diamonds across the top.

  As her shoulders relaxed, she felt Jason beside her.

  “This is incredible,” she breathed.

  “It’s my favorite time to be up here. So peaceful.” His voice was as calm as the sky.

  Janie turned to Jason, trying to figure out why this man would bring her to one of his favorite places after only knowing her a quarter hour.

  He caught her looking and proved he read minds too. “You looked sad when you were standing there staring at the mountain,” he said. “This place gives new beginnings to all who want them.”

  He said it like a motto.

  “You’ve lived here a while, so I suppose you would know.” Sudden doubt filled Janie’s voice as the true threat of being caught sank into her brain. “How do you never get caught?”

  “I’ve been caught once,” Jason admitted, sinking into the soft dirt below. “Almost got fired, but I talked them out of it.”

  Janie laughed. “How’d you do that?”

  “You’ve seen our boss, right?”

  Janie nodded.

  “Well, she’s not the most attractive woman in the world,” he grinned. ”But get her wet, and she’ll do anything to get you drying her.”

  He smiled wide as she gasped at his admission. “You fucked our boss?!”

  “I didn’t fuck her.” He laughed into Janie’s horror. “But I did give her the mouth mounting of her life, then promised to come back if she wanted more.”

  Janie’s head started to spin. Of course she had seen movies and TV shows where people did things like that, but had never met anyone who did, or at least admitted it. A flush between her legs surprised her. The thought of Jason’s strong jaw resting under the ass of the woman she had met only hours earlier, while his chiseled mouth munched on her pussy sent a rushing fire under her stomach to a throb at her slit.

  Jason read her mind again, turning her weak. “Hot to imagine, isn’t it?”

  His powerful voice painted another layer of juice on her pussy. She had to look away, and pretend not to hear him like she was pretending a thick glisten wasn’t all over her fuckhole. He giggled harder, placing a thick hand under her chin before turning her gaze toward him. Jason glowed beneath the moon’s low light, while a million stars shined like a spotlight on their bodies.

  “You made me hard the minute I saw you,” he breathed, moving his face to hers until it was breathing hot on her mouth. “I’m not used to denying myself things that make me throb so fast.”

  Janie had never had anyone be so forward, and couldn’t think of another man except Seth who ever said she turned them on. She smiled. Not even a day on the job and already on her way to revenge. Her heart popped from her chest as she leaned in toward Jason, their mouths only millimeters apart.

  “You’re in luck,” she purred. “I just resolved to never deny what I want.”

  Thought turned to words, then words into courage.

  Her courage pulled the animal out from inside him.

  Jason growled, then captured her mouth in his, sucking her bottom lip into his, and gently nipping it between his perfect teeth. Pleasure swam in her veins, starting at her tongue then rushing to the apex of her legs before her pussy started sending sparks through her body.

  His hands were all over her full tits, slithering between the soft B-cupped mountains. His rough hands on tender flesh under her shirt sent waves of goosebumps all over her body. She braided her fingers behind his neck and pushed his head toward her shirt’s open flaps.

  Jason snarled like a dog as his lips hit her flesh, igniting a second fire while the first was still spreading.

  He tore at the buttons of her white shirt, popping first one tit, then the other from their padded cells, then pulling each hard pebble into his mouth and flicking them with his hard tongue.

  If he was an animal, so was she.

  Janie ripped the shirt from her body then threw it into the shadows. Her bra followed before she wiggled free from her tan shorts while popping buttons from holes on his clothes.

  Jason stood open-mouthed as Janie peeled clothes from her body like a second skin, then stripped him until he was wearing only pearly teeth and a grin. He pounced on Janie, pinning her hands to the ground above her head and laying a trail of wet fire down her front with his tongue.

  Dirt covered her back as she writhed under his weight, moaning with overdue pleasure. His wet tongue circled her navel before his hands took over, and sent his fingertips skidding down her inner thighs to open her wider. His engorged cock rested on her bare leg, squirming beneath his hold.

  Two fingers entered her dark, dripping cavern and pushed pleasure through her body. Her back arched against the gritty surface as he released her wrists. His magical fingers worked circles inside her as she felt the familiar pressure swelling inside. She stifled a moan, groaning softly as her muscles tightened around his fingers.

  “Fuck me,” she said breathlessly, “Fuck me hard.”

  Her sanity was gone. Janie had been waiting for a chance to fuck anyone in a place she and Seth had always talked about. But this place was so much better.

  His hand slipped out from inside her, immediately replaced with his throbbing cock, far bigger than any she had ever had shoved in her pussy before. Visions of Seth’s six-inch pencil dick almost made her laugh, but she gasped instead as Jason’s fat girth stretched her tight pussy wide.

  She couldn’t suppress her moans as he retracted and entered. Janie’s daze turned to mush as vibrations rippled under her skin. Jason thrusted into her slippery furnace, sending endless current across her skin as she grabbed her nipples, mashing them with her digits, pulling them hard as the earthquake shook magma inside her.

  Jason stopped, gasping for air.

  Unwilling to not have his hot cock inside her, Janie pushed him back to the ground, seeing crimson as she sank herself back onto his still-thickening stick.

  Janie rubbed her clit hard against his coarse, curly hairs, and threw herself into another round of waves.

  Her arms lost their strength as the waves escalated into a tsunami. She crumbled onto his broad shoulders. He scooped her hips up with ease and started smashing his pelvis against hers with crushing blows, wracking her body to its core.

  Just as Janie wondered how much longer he could last, he thickened and twitched between her already full, swollen lips, slamming into her repeatedly, his pelvis connecting with hers, brewing pain with pleasure as cum boiled to his tip, then churned from his cock in sticky white shots onto her inner walls.

  Janie crashed over the edge a final time as her inner muscles tightened around his emptying shaft, milking every last drop from his dick and pulling it into her swollen hole.

  Their heavy breath echoed through the emptiness around them. Janie propped herself up on weak and wobbling arms, peering at a smiling Jason through the dimmest light as she slowly realized why he looked familiar.

  He smiled wider as recognition lit her face and drained it of color.

  “When Seth told me you were thinking about working here, I knew this would be the best summer ever.”

  The man lying between her legs was Jason, Seth’s half-brother from an ongoing affair while his father was stationed in South Dakota. As beautiful truth bloomed, Janie said, “Know any other trails? I’ll follow you anywhere on the mountain, and let you do whatever you want to me.”

  Fucking the Gardener

  “Jess!”

  One of Jessica’s roommates—it sounded like Allison—screamed from somewhere down the hall.

  Un-freaking-believable.

  Jess had three roommates, and every one of them preferred waiting un
til she was naked and in the shower before asking her a question. And it happened approximately every flipping day.

  “What?!” Jess yelled, doubting Allison could hear her, if it was even Allison. There was a loud knock on the bathroom door, followed by another call. Definitely Allison.

  “Jess?”

  “What? I’m in the shower!”

  “We’re going out,” Allison said. “I just wanted to remind you that Carlos is coming today.”

  Carlos? Jess didn’t know anyone named Carlos.

  “Who the hell is Carlos?”

  “Carlos! You know Carlos! The lawn guy! Tiny thing, with a hot body. Comes every Tuesday.”

  “We have a gardener? How come I’m always the last to know?” Jess shouted, turning the water off to hear.

  “We’ve had him forever, and I’m sure you’ve met him. If you haven’t, it’s probably because you usually work on Tuesdays. Our friendly neighborhood landlord makes us pay for a gardener because he doesn’t want our yard to look like shit. We fired the guy he used to make us pay for because that guy wanted $20 a week. Carlos does the same shit for $40 a month, and does a better job.”

  “Okay,” Jess yelled. “So what am I supposed to do with Carlos?”

  “Nothing,” Allison yelled, sounding irritated. “I’m just letting you know he’ll be here, just like he is every Tuesday. None of us will be here, you’re not at work, and I didn’t want you to get freaked out.”

  “Okay,” Jess yelled, then turned the shower back on to rinse off her lather. Allison said something else Jess couldn’t hear, but she ignored it and Allison went radio silent, probably storming off in a huff like she always did.

  Jess had three roommates, and got along reasonably well with all three, but she consistently had some form of conflict or another with Allison. And Jess didn’t care what Allison said; she didn’t know Carlos.