24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down in an endless loop. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes. He’s under my spell... as much as I’m under his.

  I grab the hem of his boxers, and careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.

  Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees on the limo’s carpeted floor. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation.

  He kicks off his shoes hurriedly, and then I pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him. I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body so close to me, I’m teasing myself as well.

  My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. It’s almost impossible to resist.

  My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow anxious. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.

  I open one hand, and with my open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. They’re full with his seed, and I can barely wait to have him panting, his cock shooting his load deep inside me... Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his balls and let one single finger brush over his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges. I know I wouldn’t be able to.

  I tilt my head sideways, and leaning down, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.

  I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downward line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.

  His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his tip, smoothly brushing my tongue over his glans. I know he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.

  “It feels so good…” He whispers, his voice loaded with anxiety.

  “It does, doesn’t it?” Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He tangles his fingers in locks of my hair, and when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.

  “I just love how you handle my cock…” He says, breathing harder than before. I do it again, his glans inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue, and the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy becoming moist and dampening my thong.

  Pulling back over his cock, I accompany the motion with my hand, and when enough of his cock is out of me, I grasp the rest of it with my other hand. Like that, I slowly start bobbing my head; I close my eyes then, his flavor and scent completely taking hold of all of my thoughts and pushing me toward a frenzied state.

  I start going faster, grabbing and caressing his balls with one hand while I suck him. I never imagined I would take so much pleasure out of sucking a man, but then again, I have never been with a man like Lance…. God, who would have imagined that having your mouth filled with a cock this massive would be one of the best feelings in the world? And I’m just talking about having him in my mouth, because when his cock is sliding deep into my pussy… How much better can all this possibly get?

  I’m going as fast as I can now, and I’m not even using my hands. His fingers on my head guide me as he thrusts, my mouth working with complete abandonment. I go like this until I feel the muscles in my neck starting to hurt; I pull back, his cock popping out of my mouth, but I don’t allow him any rest. I immediately start to stroke him, moving my hand so fast I’m surprised I can even do it at all.

  I notice he’s grabbing at my hair harshly, but I don’t care. I continue to suck him, and when I realize it, I’m already moaning. I always thought that women who moaned during a blowjob were pretty much making a show out of it. Well, let me assure you right now, that’s not what’s happening here. If I’m moaning, it’s not because I want to; it’s because I need to. And believe me, if you ever have a cock this thick and long inside your mouth, you’ll be moaning too.

  Taking his cock out of my mouth, I stop to catch my breath; then I tilt my head sideway, and lick the side of his shaft until I reach its roots. Going further down, I kiss his balls, sucking one in; it pops into my mouth easily, and I roll it over my tongue, my lips not allowing it to escape. When I finally let it go free, I turn my attention to the other one, lapping at it with my tongue before sucking it in. They’re massive and heavy holding all his delicious semen inside of them…

  I just can’t help but open my mouth as wide as I can, taking both of his ball inside of me. I suck on them hard before I finally turn my attention to his shaft. I slide my tongue in a straight upward line, stopping for a heartbeat on his tip, lapping at it with my tongue and just sucking his glans with my eager lips. I hear him grunt slightly, and the sound of it sends shivers up and down my spine.

  He starts thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and it feels fucking amazing.

  “Fuck…” he grunts suddenly, his pace winding down. He’s close to coming, and he’s trying to resist the urge to do it… Well, it’s not his call. I always liked to take the lead and be the dominant one. And I’m his senior… A boy like him has no other choice but to submit to my whims.

  “Come for me, baby… Just do it…” I whisper, taking his cock out of my mouth just to get the words out. I dive into it again, and even though he’s pulling his hips back, trying to get his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. He tries pushing me back with his hands, but I push back against the hold he has on me; he has nowhere to run to, there’s no escaping me and he knows it. I’m the predator and he’s my prey. He’s mine.

  Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can muster, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

  “Fuck!” he blurts out again, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.

  When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

  Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. H
is face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.

  As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own fluids go down his throat.

  “Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”

  My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me,” I tell him as he pushes me back against the seat, sliding his fingers under my dress; he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Lance’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.

  “Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate. Oh, the world does belong to the young ones, it seems...

  His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

  He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

  Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.

  My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

  I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.

  I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.

  He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.

  Lance goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

  Or, well, I can try.

  Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.

  He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing his hands up and down my side.

  I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.

  He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I don’t even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now. Someone as young as him shouldn’t have this kind of experience… But he has, and I’m the luckiest woman around.

  He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my pussy lips in a coming and going motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single fiber in it.

  I can’t control myself. It’s impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.

  I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything—press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything! I need him; I need his body… Fingers, mouth, cock—I need everything in him.

  But he’s strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.

  “If you want my cock, you’ll have to wait,” he tells me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures me, the more I’m going to explode, but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!

  “Lance… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.

  “What do you want me to do?” he asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”

  I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.

  “Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me, and without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips upward so that he goes all the way in. “Someone’s very, very eager...”

  I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening motions.

  I’m trying hard not to moan, but it’s getting harder to resist. Really hard.

  Sucking while his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freel
y. I place my legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while I press his face against my pussy, rubbing myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

  One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and a thunderstorm consumes my mind. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goose bumps all over my skin.

  He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Lance’s hand; he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

  “Lance, I think I’m…” I think I’m what? I don’t even know what I’m feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens.

  My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; I’m gushing! I’m… I’m squirting! Oh, God, I really am squirting, and in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning. More than three decades in me and I never experienced anything like this. Warm fluids shoot out of my pussy and drip down my folds, pooling between my thighs on the leather seat.

  My limbs flailing, I throw my head back against the seat, breathing hard. He comes up, sitting by my side, and touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by god I love how it feels.