Sex Every Day, Volume 4: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Jess turned off the shower, stepped onto the tile floor, then dried her body and went to her bedroom to look for something to wear. She sifted through her drawers, then settled on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an extra-large, loose-fitting tee.

  She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. Her nipples were still hard from the toweling—large and pink and sexy. Just like her fat ass and giant tits. She stared at her body, smiling for a minute, then turned her back to the mirror and got dressed.

  Jess was big boned, at least according to her parents. But she had no problem with the word fat. She had plenty of rolls, and her massive tits sagged beneath their own weight, but none of it mattered to Jess. She was proud of her body. Not all men liked heavy girls. They usually went for thinner gals like her three roommates.

  But Jess didn’t mind. She had an outgoing personality, never took herself too seriously, and knew what she wanted, which all added up to getting all the cock she wanted anyway. Plus, she got to order from the good side of the menu instead of always ordering a freaking salad like Allison.

  Jess had had plenty “take one for the team” fucks, or ones where some horny asshole plowed her pussy just so he could eventually ream the open rose of one of her roomies. Jess didn’t care—if she had a good dick in her pussy, it didn’t matter why it was there, and guys who understood how good a fat girl could give it would never want it any other way.

  Jess was stretched out on the recliner in her sweats, watching Jersey Shore on the DVR when the doorbell rang. She clicked pause so she wouldn’t miss a moment of Snookie, then rose from the couch to answer the door.

  The man standing in the doorway must have been Carlos. He was small and lean, darkly tanned with corded muscles. “Can I help you?” Jess asked.

  “Yeah, I’m the landscaper,” he answered.

  Landscaper? Well, that sounded awfully fancy, and certainly worth $40 a month.

  “You must be Carlos,” Jess said, smiling. Carlos nodded, returning her smile.

  They stood in the doorway for a moment, neither speaking. Jess said, “Is there something I can help you with?”

  Carlos looked at the welcome mat for a moment, than back to Jess. His face softened in apology and he said, “I haven’t been paid in two months, and I need to get paid before I mow the lawn today.”

  Freaking Allison. THAT’S why she told her about Carlos coming today.

  “Yes, of course,” Jess said. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you hadn’t been paid. That’s inexcusable. It’s $80, right?”

  Carlos said yes, and Jess went to fish $80 from her purse, cursing Allison under her breath. She returned a minute later with four twenties, another apology, and a sincere thank you. Carlos nodded, then excused himself to mow the lawn.

  Jess watched Carlos walk toward his pickup. He was homely as a mud fence, at least in the face, with an odd-looking nose and a too-high hairline, but Jess could practically see the tight torso beneath his shirt.

  Jess closed the door, realizing she had little if any desire to keep watching Jersey Shore, and decided to straighten the house instead. Once she’d cleaned the living room, glancing out the window several times as she did so, Jess realized that the reason she didn’t want to watch Jersey Shore was because it would keep her from facing the window, and thus Carlos.

  He was giving the yard his thorough attention. Carlos had already mowed the yard and was now trimming the hedges. Jess couldn’t believe how hard he was working for a miserable $10 a week, and thought it was total BS that he hadn’t been paid for the previous eight.

  Her looks out the window had all been passing glances, but Jess suddenly realized she was staring. The sun wasn’t burning, but it was rather warm, and Carlos’ gray shirt was soaked through with sweat. Jess imagined him working, shirtless, with his sinewy body gleaming in the sun, glistening from his musky, sexy sweat.

  Jess was suddenly horny, her mind turning dirty as her fuckhole went juicy. She kept her eyes on Carlos, teasing her right nipple through her t-shirt, imagining how her new favorite landscaper might tend to her own personal garden.

  Jess was about to go live out her fantasies alone in her room when she saw Carlos look at his watch and walk toward his pickup, then climb inside the cab.

  He couldn’t be leaving, since his equipment was still lying on the lawn. It seemed like he was just sitting, and Jess figured he was taking a break from the sun, maybe eating lunch.

  Of course—lunch! This was Jess’s chance, and she wasn’t about to let it pass.

  “Carlos!” she shouted from the porch.

  Carlos looked up, then a few seconds later his truck door opened and he stepped into the street and walked around the back of the pickup toward the house.

  “Yes ma’am?” he said, halfway across the lawn.

  “It’s a little warm outside, don’t you think? Wanna come inside to eat?”

  “Nah,” Carlos shook his head. “I’m used to the heat. It’s not like I’m not working in the sun all day, anyhow.”

  “I won’t take no for an answer,” Jess leaned farther out the doorway. “You deserve to cool off. Come inside for a few minutes. It’s nice in here, I promise.”

  Carlos smiled sheepishly, then nodded. Jess winked, then disappeared, leaving the door wide open. Carlos retrieved his lunch from his pickup then went inside, standing near the open door and looking around the empty living room.

  “In here!” Jess called.

  Carlos wandered through the house looking for Jess, eventually finding her sprawled on a recliner in the den. She had placed a dinner tray, with a large glass of ice water on it, in front of the couch.

  “I hope you don’t mind water,” she said. “Our fridge is mostly empty.”

  “Oh, no no no,” Carlos replied. “I love water.”

  He sat on the couch and unwrapped his lunch. As he ate, they talked a lot. Carlos was smart, too smart to mow lawns for $1 an hour, or whatever the hell he was making. He was single and had started going to college part time at night. He was a business major, mowing lawns because he’d been doing it since he was a kid. Carlos took pride in his work and had never lost a job. It was a reasonable way to pay his way through school, as the community college credits were decently priced. Plus, the yard work gave him a lot of quiet time to get his many ideas in order.

  The entire time they talked, Jess stared at his lean frame, imagining herself bouncing up and down on his lap, with Carlos’s cock stuffing the walls of her cunt.

  She wanted to make a move, but was nervous. Jess had never made the first move before, at least not with a total stranger. “So Carlos,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are you seeing anyone?”

  “Nah, not really,” he shook his head. “My days are pretty long and I’m always dead tired by the time I get home.”

  “I guess you’re a busy a man, huh?” Jess said, getting up from the couch and taking his dinner tray to the kitchen.

  It’s now or never, sunshine.

  “I’m not worried,” Carlos hollered toward the kitchen.

  Jess returned a minute later with a fresh glass of water, handing it to Carlos and taking a seat beside him on the couch. “Ever been with a bigger girl?” She rested her chubby face on the flat of her palm.

  Carlos stared at Jess for several seconds, then slowly shook his head. She turned herself slightly sideways, smiled, then took his hand and set it on her massive tit. She squeezed his hand beneath her, closing her eyes and moaning, massaging her tit with his hand. When he didn’t pull away, she knew she had him.

  Jess slid her hand from Carlos’s, then grabbed her other tit, massaging herself with a slow, blended rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw Carlos staring at his hand. Jess wondered if he was shocked or enthralled—either was fine, as long as he stayed on the couch.

  “Do you like my tits, Carlos?”

  “Wow,” his breath was already heavy. “Yes, they’re nice and soft and big.”

  “Mmhm,” Jess
moaned, twisting her nipple through her shirt. Her nipples were overly large, like a fat eraser on a jumbo pencil.

  Jess stopped playing with her tit, then pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Her heavy breasts bounced free and Jess lightly laughed at Carlos’s hungry look, like a dog waiting to get fed.

  Jess grabbed the gardener by the back of his head and buried his face in her chest. He acted as hungry as his expression suggested, pulling her left nipple into his mouth and feeding on it as though he was a nursing baby—sucking, licking, and nibbling.

  Jess moaned, slightly arching her back.

  Jess rubbed her pussy through her sweatpants. She needed to feel Carlos inside of her, filling her completely. She rubbed faster as Carlos rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she thought she might explode.

  Jess pushed Carlos back and his eyes lit with shock at her strength. Jess had seen that look plenty of times. Being a big girl meant she was also strong, but men never seemed to realize it until they were beneath her grip.

  Jess peeled off her sweatpants, then nearly ripped Carlos’s jeans from his skinny body. His enlarged cock pointed at the ceiling, begging for her attention.

  She gave it, diving on his dick and stretching her mouth around his large bulb and swallowing him whole. Carlos loudly moaned as her warm mouth and slick tongue worked along the length of his shaft.

  Jess had swallowed larger cocks, but Carlos filled her mouth nicely and she slurped as though she were starving. Her hands moved up and down his thighs, and Carlos was panting loudly. She felt his cock twinge in her mouth with every flick of her tongue.

  She popped Carlos’s pulsing shaft from her mouth and inhaled deeply, catching her breath. His head was laying back on the couch, his eyes squeezed tight. Jess wrapped her large, soft tits around Carlos’s cock, then started rubbing them slowly up and down against it. Jess loved the feel of a man’s hard dick between her tits, and always imagined them shooting their load all over her chest and neck as she titty-fucked them into a spray.

  Carlos pumped his hips into her tits—faster and faster—as Jess squeezed them tighter together, slapping against his hips and thighs with every bounce. Jess was on fire. Another minute of funbag-fucking and she would shove Carlos inside her.

  Her pussy was hot and wet; juices ran down the insides of her thighs.

  Carlos’s body started to stiffen and he moaned, out of control. He was about to cum, but Jess wasn’t ready for him to blast his spunk all over her. She let his cock slide from between her tits, then started to kiss and nibble the insides of his thighs, starting at his knees and slowly working her way to his balls.

  Jess gently grasped his shaft and stroked it slowly up and down, rubbing her thumb around the rim of Carlos’s cockhead—teasing his swollen balls with the tip of her tongue, then tracing the line from bottom to top, along his most sensitive seam.

  His legs quivered and Jess got even hotter.

  Jess reached back and ran her free hand over her big round ass, squeezing her cheeks as she swirled the flat of her tongue around Carlos’s balls. She pulled them both into her mouth, gently suckled them, then moved her fingers between her cheeks and rubbed them across her ass and pussy.

  She slipped two fingers into her slick cunt, then pumped them slowly, softly moaning as she imagined Carlos fucking her hard. She stroked him faster, sliding her fingers in and out of herself to match the rhythm.

  “How do you like being with a big girl so far?” Jess could tell by the look on his face he was loving it, but she needed to hear it from him. He had an answer on his lips, but Jess took his cock back inside her mouth, and all he could do was moan and sink his fingers into the back of the couch.

  Carlos was writhing in pleasure, Jess’s tongue stabbing his staff repeatedly, curling around his tip, then up and down his shaft, her lips a vacuum at his tip.

  Just when Carlos was ready to cum, Jess stopped.

  He opened his eyes and stared as she slid her juice-slickened fingers from her pussy, then slipped them into her hungry mouth. His eyes went wide as dinner plates as he watched her lick the pussy from her fingers.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” Carlos nodded, breathing heavily.

  “You like to see a girl tasting her pussy?”

  “Oh GOD, yes!”

  “Mmm,” Jess moaned. “Do you want to fuck my pussy?”

  “Yeah,” Carlos answered, barely.

  “Fuck me please!” she purred, moving to the edge of the couch and bending over the side. Her mammoth tits were two milky pools spilling toward the floor from either side. She wiggled her ass. “Fuck me now, baby! I want you to fill my pussy with your wonderfully hard cock!”

  Carlos jumped from the couch and knelt behind her, then took the head of his dick and ran it up and down, then through the edges of her fleshy fuckhole. Jess moaned, pressing her ass back against him, trying to force him inside. But Carlos pulled away each time.

  He rubbed his cockhead over her large, erect clit. His touch alone was enough to push Jess over the edge. She came violently, her body falling into an uncontrollable shudder as Carlos rammed his cock deep inside her slit.

  Her ass rippled at the force of his powerful thrusts. “Oh fuck!” she panted, pumping her ass against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own.

  This is what she wanted, what she had needed.

  Jess was in bliss as Carlos reached up, grabbed her hair, then pulled, lifting her head as she arched her back, forcing her ass against him harder. Carlos took control, riding her with long and mighty thrusts. Jess grunted and gasped for air. It felt like Carlos was fucking her like a wrecking-ball.

  Jess caught her reflection in the mirror and saw a wide smile swallowing her chubby face. “Yes baby! You’re fucking me so fucking good!” she moaned. “Don’t stop please!”

  “I’m gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop!” Carlos moaned.

  “Make me beg, baby! Make me beg!” Jess’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She could feel her lust pushing her toward another powerful orgasm. Seconds later, Jess exploded—waves of bliss flooding through her body.

  Carlos slowed his hips, pounding her juicy slit nice and slow. It was agonizing and Jess wanted more, needed more, had to have it. When she tried to move herself faster against him, Carlos gave her ass a swift and sudden slap.

  “Give me more, please! More!” Jess begged. “My ass, stick your dick in my ass!”

  She wondered if Carlos had ever had anal sex with a woman before. She had only tried it once, but it had rocked her body enough to make her crave it again.

  Carlos’s cock slid from her pussy. Her full lips were gaping open, beautifully used. Jess reached back and spread her ass for the gardener, and he rubbed his tip against her tight little asshole. He pressed against it but there was no give. Jess pushed her ass back against him, helping him work his cock past her tight ring.

  Her ass surrendered. Searing pleasure wracked her body as his bulbous head popped inside. She held her breath in a silent scream, the pain so perfectly wonderful, until Carlos’s cock was buried hilt-deep in her ass.

  She rotated her hips in slow circles as Carlos kept still. She loved the way he let her loosen up at her own pace. He was an amazing lover, and it would be hard for Jess to get her fill. She was already thinking of next Tuesday and wondering if she could permanently change her work schedule.

  Carlos rubbed her hips to help her relax. Little by little, she felt her asshole loosen as she continued moving her hips. Carlos matched her movements until he was pounding the living shit from her ass. She felt every inch of his cock as it slid into her tight asshole.

  Jess could tell by his breathing that he couldn’t take much more. He had fucked her to oblivion and she wanted him to blast. Jess tightened her asshole around his dick, milking it hard and fast. Carlos gripped her hips and matched her grinding ass with sharp and rapid thrusts.

  “I’m going to cum!” Carlos moaned.

  Jes
s felt his thrusts get short and quick.

  “Oh yes baby!” she cried. “Give it to me! I want you to cum all over my ass and pussy!”

  Carlos needed no further encouragement. He pulled his hard shaft from her fat ass and blew his load all over, grabbing his cock and pumping his spray in and around her.

  He growled like an animal as stream after hot stream of thick jizz shot from his cock. When he finished, Jess’s ass, pussy, and half her back was a sticky, creamy mess.

  She reached back and rubbed his cum around her twitching asshole and still flaring slit, then sighed in contentment and rolled onto her back and sank into the couch.

  Jess looked over at Carlos and smiled. “You’re going to be here next Tuesday, right?”

  “Of course,” he said. “Now I have two gardens to mow.”

  Officer Voyeur

  The day Georgia got caught fucking Eugene by the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, also ended up being the first day she ever ended an evening with a dick hanging halfway out of her ass.

  Eugene had been trying to get Georgia to fuck him outside for most of the year they’d been together, ever since she first spread her legs wide so he could play hide the hambone. He kept begging, but she kept saying no. She kept saying they’d get caught and he kept swearing they wouldn’t.

  Georgia finally said yes. They got caught and the two of them had to pay the piper, though the piper was, of course, a dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, though he wasn’t the one who ended up with a dick hanging out of Georgia’s asshole. That luxury belonged to Eugene, since fortune was nice enough to give him two dreams come true in one night.

  Both Georgia and Eugene were still young enough to pretend like they didn’t know any better about most things. But Georgia knew she’d likely one day get her cornhole creamed, even though she insisted she wouldn’t, and she knew she’d probably be fucking under the big blue yonder one day, too.

  It was hotter than a hog’s asshole in the middle of an early August evening when Eugene said, “Let's hit Dawson’s Dairy and get some ice cream.” He was flying past the border of their shithole town and soaring into the next one – going from a one horse hickville to a donkey burg with a population barely tapping triple digits.