Sex Every Day, Volume 4: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  He swung into the parking lot. After getting out of the F150, they went inside and let the cool air-conditioned air lick their bodies, then ordered themselves something cold to ease the summer temperatures. They bought two and half dollars’ worth of ice cream then got back in the F150. All the licking was getting them hot and heavy, and it was only five minutes after Old Man Jameson handed Georgia her sugar cone when Eugene found enough of his balls to ask Georgia straight out again if she’d let him fuck her outdoors.

  Of course she said no.

  “Why not,” he begged, throwing her his giant ochre colored eyes. “It’s plenty isolated. Ain’t no one gonna find us.”

  “No way, Eugene! I've told you, I'm not gonna do that. We can fuck at your place or mine, but we’ll get caught if we do it outside.”

  Georgia was dead set against having sex outside, and plenty tired of getting asked. Sure, the idea was hotter than a fireman’s ax, but she was terrified they’d end up in trouble. Georgia had never had so much as a speeding ticket, and cops on both sides of the border were real dicks.

  But Eugene kept begging until Georgia started feeling bad, almost like she was sorry for him, seeing how much he wanted it. Finally, Georgia agreed to give him a hummer and swallow his load if he would just quit his begging. Eugene smiled that giant, stupid grin of his. He found a place to pull off the road, parking his F150 behind a big abandoned barn.

  Georgia was barely finished with her ice cream when she started shedding her inhibitions. She was feeling safe, knowing the truck was away from the road. She scooted across the seat, unsnapped Eugene’s shorts, then curled her fingers around his quickly fattening dick.

  “Please, baby,” he kept begging, “There’s no one around us for miles. It’s just the two of us and I want to fuck you so, so bad. Pretty please, can I. With your cherry on top?”

  He laughed, and she laughed back, but still said, “No,” as she continued stroking his shaft. “We can go to your place if you wanna fuck.”

  “I can’t wait that long, baby!”

  “I already said I’d swallow your cum,” she cooed. “Or you can spray it all over my tits.” Georgia stopped stroking, then lifted her tank top and unhooked her bra so Eugene could stare at her rosy pointed nipples.

  “No, baby, now I gotta fuck you!”

  He unzipped her shorts, and put one hand on her panties and the other on her bare thigh, knowing it was Georgia’s favorite place to get touched, at least outside of her soaking wet silt.

  Eugene started rubbing her thighs with both of his hands, with her barely mumbling an objection as he pulled her daisy dukes the rest of the way off. She was squirming and squealing until he finally got what he wanted, and she started craving his cock like it was filled with lemonade.

  “Alright,” Georgia finally agreed. “Fuck me fast!” She looked across the street and added, “I can't believe you talked me into this!”

  “Relax,” he said. “I promise you’ll never forget it.”

  Of course, Eugene was right.

  He got out of the car, then went to the bed and pulled out a large red, white and blue beach towel from the back.

  Georgia smiled as Eugene laid it on the grass. He said, “To show you how safe we are out here, I’m gonna get fully naked right now,” then stripped to nothing as Georgia stared at his hard cock, suddenly wanting it inside her, maybe even more than she ever had before.

  She was out of the truck and flat on her back in seconds. The full moon seemed to be winking as Eugene gently climbed on top of her, then guided his cock into her slippery, soaking hole.

  Eugene fell into a fast, steady rhythm, and Georgia started bucking her sweet peach against him, slapping the flat of her stomach and wiggling her ass as he sloshed inside her. Eugene started gentle, like he always did, but was quickly sliding in and out of her, swiveling in circles and slamming into the sides of her pussy.

  Georgia wrapped her arms around his ass, and pulled him deeper inside her. She couldn't wait for him to shoot his thick load of hot cum inside her. “Oh, Eugene!” she moaned.

  “You like fucking outside, baby?”

  “Oh! Fuck, yeah!”

  She was moaning and panting as he pounded away at her pussy. Georgia’s eyes were squeezed tight, until she sensed the sudden brightness that wasn’t coming from the moon.

  She opened her eyes, as the giant cop shined his flashlight on their naked bodies.

  “Oh shit!” Eugene cried, pulling himself from her pussy.

  The cop was standing three feet away – the two of them too busy fucking to notice his approach.

  Georgia was horrified, covering her cunt with one hand and tits with the other. The cop looked like the usual asshole; about six foot tall, maybe six and a half, though he might’ve just seemed like a giant with the two of them on the grass. He had a crew cut, and looked like he was maybe in his early 20’s, and had been a cop for 10 or 15 minutes.

  He sneered. “Looks like I caught myself a pair of sweetie pies fresh from the oven!”

  Officer Cockface stood above the both of them, smirking. Eugene trembled beside Georgia, their two hearts racing. Georgia was terrified and humiliated. Eugene was likely melting under the heat of Georgia’s I told you so.

  “Get up,” the officer growled. Georgia stood and he growled again. “Move your hands, baby face.”

  She was naked as a minute in the shower, ashamed under the officer’s spreading leer. He kept smiling as he put the pair in silver bracelets, then forced them into the backseat of his cruiser. Eugene turned to Georgia and said, “Don’t worry, sweetie, this can’t be serious. We’ll probably just get ourselves a ticket.”

  But it looked like Eugene was wrong. The officer was an asshole, and didn’t waste more than a minute before proving it. He climbed into the front of his cruiser and said, “You two are in a helluva lot of trouble. You’ve been caught red-handed having sex in public.”

  Then he turned to the back seat and grinned. “But I want you to know I understand, and really don't want to see you two in any trouble.” He smiled with mock sympathy and said, “You know, I was young once, too,” as though he wasn’t five minutes older than them, then added, “So maybe we can figure something out.”

  Georgia figured she knew exactly what the fucking asshole wanted, but it turned out she was wrong.

  “I’ve gotta admit, watching you two back on the grass sure did give me one helluva chubby, so I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I let you finish what you started. Then you let me watch, and we’ll forget about the entire thing.” He winked. “Now, how does that sound?”

  Georgia and Eugene exchanged glances, figuring they didn’t have much of a choice. They were naked, and sitting handcuffed in the backseat of a police cruiser, while Officer Cockface sat up front with his hand down his pants.

  Of course they agreed. Georgia was surprised to find herself still wet, and getting wetter, maybe even turned on by the thought of someone watching Eugene thrust her into another orgasm.

  Unfortunately, as turned on as Georgia may have been, Eugene was suddenly sporting sponge cake. They were back on the grass, and he was on top of her, but you can’t lay pipe when it bends in the middle. The cop stood above them, cock in hand, slowly stroking himself. “This deal don’t work if the two of you don’t get yourselves to fucking,” he said.

  “I can’t do this,” Eugene whispered.

  “Sure you can,” Georgia whispered back. “Just start thinking about something else.”

  “I don’t know if that’s possible,” he said. Georgia could hear the fear in his voice. She suddenly got an idea and grabbed it.

  “Listen, Eugene, if you fuck me fast and get us through this, you can fuck me in the ass, soon as we get home.”

  His cock grew fat in her fingers. She’d never let Eugene, or anyone, fuck her ass before.

  “Imagine it, Eugene: we’re in my bedroom and I'm wearing nothing but my titties. I wiggle my ass, then drop to all fours and crawl over toward you.”<
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  His cock was rod hard and tree-trunk thick. Georgia kept whispering as Eugene slipped it inside her.

  “You squirt some oil on your hands, spread my ass cheeks, then tell me I don’t have to be scared. It’s like losing my virginity all over again. But this time with you.”

  Eugene groaned. “Do I really get to fuck you in the ass?”

  Georgia giggled. “I swear on my laciest underwear.”

  Eugene started fucking her faster, as the officer moaned louder above them.

  Georgia figured Eugene was imagining fucking her in the ass, the way he was bucking, which made more juice spill from her hot, slick fuckhole. She continued to whisper: “It's going to be really tight and warm inside. It'll feel so good – fucking my teeny-tiny asshole. You’ll need to squeeze my ass cheeks to push yourself extra deep, and I'll pump my hips to meet your thrusts as you fuck the virginity from my ass!”

  Georgia wanted him to cum inside her, shoot his load so the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop could shoot his, and then this part of the evening could turn into a memory. Then they could start making a new one.

  In a few minutes’ time, Georgia had gone from never wanting a dick in her ass, to cumming a bucket while thinking about it. She bit her lower lip as a spray of juice squirted from her pussy. She was bucking against him as he shoved his hard cock in her hole. Eugene loudly groaned, obviously forgetting he was being watched by the officer.

  But Georgia didn’t want to give the cop the pleasure of hearing her come, so she chewed her lip through her body-rocking orgasm as the two of them came together. A gush of hot spunk exploded inside her pussy. Eugene groaned, then kept on thrusting as she milked his cock with a clenching of her cunt.

  Eugene collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

  She felt a splatter of cum land on her tummy, as Officer Cockface stood grinning like an asshole above them. “Cream pie check!” he said.

  “Fuck you!” Georgia screamed, suddenly angry, as though he hadn’t already stepped about six counties out of bounds. He pulled up his pants as she shielded her pussy with the palm of her hand.

  “You’re almost done,” he said. “Now spread wide, so I can check.”

  “Just do it and we’re done,” Eugene whispered.

  Georgia shot Eugene a look, though she wasn’t really mad at him, then spread her legs, hating the officer.

  The officer stared at her open hole, still leaking spunk, glistening under the bright light of the August moon. Georgia hated the officer for spreading her legs, but hated him even more for turning her on.

  “Okay,” he said, standing. “You’re half-way there!”

  “What in the fuck are you talking about?” Georgia yelled.

  The officer narrowed his eyes and said, “I need you to stop swearing, Missy. Now, I seen your boy get off, now I want to see it from you.”

  “What do you want me to do?” she asked, not really needing to.

  “Soften the peach, slap the mackerel, or do the disappearing finger trick – whatever the fuck you want to call it. But you’re not leaving a free slut until you’re digging in your clit for my amusement. Your boy came, I need to see you cum, too. And no faking. You can holler and moan all you want, but I'm watching your pussy lips. No orgasm, no going home.”

  Fuck.

  There was nothing Georgia could do. She was cunt deep, and if she didn’t start sending some Morse code on her muffin, the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop would make her wish she had.

  Georgia turned back, looking at Eugene for help, her eyes big. But Eugene only shrugged since it was all he could do. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of the hottest shit she could shove to the front of her mind, starting by pretending the cop wasn’t three feet in front of her with his cock back in his hand, and that Eugene was behind her, skin to skin, Pop-eyeing her olive.

  Truth was, Georgia liked being watched, and once her eyes were closed she could really let herself go. Though a part of her wished she wasn’t being observed, another part was hotter than biscuits from the oven, and the world knew it once the first moan escaped her lips and her fingers started crawling deep in her fuck flaps.

  Her thighs were drenched, sticky in the cool evening air. She imagined Eugene’s dick shoved deep in her tiniest hole, furiously pounding her from behind as her hands closed over her breasts, fingers pinching rock hard nipples.

  Georgia moaned loud enough to send the forest animals into a scatter, then opened her eyes for a moment and saw the cop still in front of her, jacking his shaft faster and faster as his moans grew louder and louder.

  She tried to ignore him as the sudden waves of her orgasm shuddered through her body, crashing unannounced. Normally, Georgia could feel herself about to cum, but every one of those four orgasms knocked the breath from inside her like they were slapping the back of her head.

  Maybe it was the thrill of the officer watching, or maybe it was because it was happening as fast as it did, but Georgia’s fingers were only inside her for a few seconds when her body started shuddering against the grass.

  “Holy shit!” the cop yelled, pumping his dick with fury.

  His cock spurt a giant load of clotted cream, sailing through the air and landing on Georgia’s cheek. She got hotter, feeling Eugene’s cum oozing from her cunt as the cop’s second splatter made her a brand new necklace. The cop plastered her twice more, once on her tits, then another which made a bulls-eye right in her hotbox.

  As Georgia stood to clean herself, the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop spanked her naked ass, and said, “Time to move along now, get out of here!” Eugene stood beside her, the two of them frozen, watching the cop climb into his car. Georgia didn’t think she could even breathe until the officer was a mile off, but her body forced her into an exhale as soon as he peeled away from the barn.

  Georgia stood in the cool air, still naked. Half of her horrified, humiliated, and shaking with fear. The other half sopping wet, still shuddering from a bone-shattering orgasm, and utterly, thoroughly, and almost inexplicably still aroused.

  She wiped the quickly crusting cum from her body, then walked to Eugene’s truck without another word. They were halfway back to her place when she realized she’d been thinking about Eugene’s dick in her ass for 10 minutes straight.

  By the time they finally got home, her cunt was hot enough to bake cookies.

  Fourteen minutes after that, Eugene’s cum was leaking from her rusty sheriff’s badge for the first time ever.

  About the Author

  Hi, I’m Lexi!

  I write sexy stories about people who know what they want and aren’t afraid to reach out and take it.

  I think that most books would have erotic elements if more writers were willing to tell the truth, and I’m not afraid to let the camera roll in the intimate places where other authors would yell “cut.”

  I believe that sexy stories allow us to learn more about ourselves, and see how sex and intimacy fit into our world—so I write those stories and then share them with you.

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