24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “I want to fuck you until you come so hard that you don’t need that blindfold to see nothing but blackness, sweet girl. I want you to cum so much that you think it might kill you. And then I want to fuck you more. Harder.” The low growl in Magnus’s voice is a promise, and one I would beg him to keep if I thought for a second he wasn’t about to touch me.

  My prayers are answered; his lips capture mine. I pull my hands up to find his face, to cradle his as he kisses me. Magnus brings his hands to my shoulders and holds there, squeezing me tight. His tongue parts my lips and delves in to explore my mouth.

  I’m open and wanting for him, my own tongue caressing his. It takes all my energy to pour all my need into this kiss. Knowing where he is now, I want to climb onto him and drive his massive cock deep inside me. The idea of him filling me up is what keeps me breathing, and the need to wait and be fucked by him is what keeps me kissing him with a passionate fury. Our mouths devour each other and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this before. Kissing him is more erotic than all the fucking I’ve ever done in my life. His hands on my shoulders feel better than any cock inside me. Any cock but his. The tight squeeze of his hands on my shoulders grounds me in reality when the lack of sight and the power of Magnus kissing me makes me feel like I might be floating away.

  Dragging the kiss down, his tongue and then his lips on my jawline, I moan with my newly free mouth. His teeth graze my neck, and his hands drop to squeeze my breasts. “Daddy,” I moan. I’m begging, though I don’t know what I want. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to speed up. My voice is just an insistent call for him to know even a fraction of how his touch makes me feel.

  “Shh, baby girl, be patient,” Magnus says, but I can tell by the wicked tone in his voice that he knows he’s torturing me and he loves it.

  Fuck, that makes me crazy. I could throttle him, if I weren’t utterly his captive. But it isn’t just now. There’s a power that he has over me, so instead of strangling him or climbing on top of him and sinking his cock into me himself, I wait. I endure. And let’s be real, I’m not enduring something so difficult and terrible. His hands on my breasts send shivers up and down my spine and I push my breasts further into his hands, arching my back. My hands fall from his face and I find purchase in squeezing the sheets. I need to be able to hold onto something, squeeze the living hell out of it.

  I’m just in time as his mouth drops down and licks down my stomach, trailing kisses until he’s right at my pussy. The heat of his breath comes into hyper focus and I'm trembling again. My fingers grip hard on the sheets because that grip is the only thing between the sensations coursing through me, and me utterly losing my mind.

  Magnus releases my breasts, an aching ghost of his touch reminding me of every way he held them and pulled pleasure from my every nerve ending there.

  “God you taste so fucking sweet,” Magnus groans, his mouth muffled against my pussy and making me shiver and tremble at the vibrations of his lips and his words against my delicate skin. His tongue is wide, flat, and on my clit, and my breathing is sharp and shallow the instant I feel it there. It feels like a warm waterfall beneath the surface, I’m so wet and needy for him. Heat pools in my belly, rising and building a tension within me, and a thirst.

  I feel Magnus press me down with one palm flat on my chest and then his hands pulling my legs apart. I'm yanked down the bed until my pussy is on the edge of the bed — pretty damn appropriate because I’m dangling on the edge of every pleasure in the world the instant his mouth is back on my pussy.

  His tongue laps through my folds and I’m shivering, my hands squeezing the bed even harder now. “Mmm, Daddy, I love it when you lick my pussy,” I groan, the sounds rasping in my throat because of all of the intense sensations overtaking me. I can’t see it, but just thinking about the sight of his face between my thighs gets me even hotter.

  Magnus growls against my clit, and I feel his fingers hook into my pussy, going right for my G-spot.

  My back arches the instant his fingers impact me there, and it drives my clit further into his mouth. Sucking my clit, he brings me right to the edge of losing my mind! I take gasping breaths, moaning and crying out, and his fingers stroke inside me, pumping and returning to my G-spot again and again. The pressure inside my stomach is as taut as violin strings. I'm close to screaming, and I’m squeezing the bed sheets into my fists so hard that my fingers actually ache a little. The softness of being unable to see through it all makes every touch, every taste of pleasure feel all that more intense. The orgasm starts to build within me.

  “Yes, you wanna cum for Daddy?” Magnus purrs against my pussy, which makes me shake and shiver, pinned under his touch as I am. “Cum all over my face so I can kiss you with your pussy on my breathe when I finally sink my cock in you, Penny. Does my naughty little daughter want that?”

  Oh, God that’s exactly the words that send me right over the edge. My legs quake, shaking with my voice as I cry out, “Yes, Daddy, please!” I arch my back and tear blindly at the sheets around me. I probably look like a woman possessed, because I know that’s what I feel like when the rip tide of orgasm churns through my body, tearing up every second of sanity. My pussy gushes cum all over Magnus, who licks it up and rubs his face all over my wet pussy. I wish I could see his face all glazed like a donut from my pussy, but tasting it is going to be so much better.

  And he’s going to fuck me. My clit twitches just thinking about that massive cock sinking into my pussy, squeezing around his cock. “Fuck!” I cry out, and before the sound has finished escaping my lips, Magnus closes his mouth over mine, stealing the sound and my breath.

  His kiss tastes like my pussy, as promised.

  His cock slides into me, as promised, while he kisses me. I taste my cum on his mouth and feel that huge cock slide up inside me. Magnus slams into me to the hilt, shoving my body further up the bed and thrusting us far forward. I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate the massive girth of his cock. I can feel his firm pectorals and those rock hard abs pressing against my stomach, crushing my breasts between us. My nipples are achingly hard and getting rubbed against him so good. My clit is throbbing. My pussy is squeezing around his cock’s every stroke. I'm already about to cum again, tasting my previous orgasm still in our kiss. Moaning into his mouth, I buck my hips for all the good it does. I’m pinned beneath him and he slams harder into me, driving his cock home and me to another orgasm. I wrap my trembling legs around him and squeeze like my life depends on it, locking my ankles together and pulling him deeper and deeper into my pussy.

  Magnus pulls my lower lip between his teeth, growling out as he slams harder and harder into me. “Cum all over my cock so I can keep fucking you,” he says, and then closes his mouth over my neck. That leaves me to breath in a huge lungful of air between my every scream. The orgasm tearing through me in torrents makes my whole body vibrate, or at least it feels like that. I’m strangling his cock with my pussy as hard as I can; so hard my ass is going to be sore tomorrow. I find the idea of feeling sex with my stepfather the next day so naughty and delicious that I might never stop cumming.

  My legs are forced down and my upper body is lifted up. I feel like Magnus’s plaything when he moves me around like this while I’m blindfolded and unable to see what’s coming, or right now where I’m going. I feel us shift positions and Magnus has his arms hooking up my arms, and I’m up against the headboard before I can catch my breath. I’m dangling up there like a rag doll and he strokes in and out, long, deep strokes that make me shiver until my orgasm dies down just for a second. Just a second.

  And then he fucks so deep and so fast into me, jackhammering that massive cock into my pussy, I’m like a sex toy he’s slamming into. I start to imagine what I look like getting railed by him like this, and it sets off the fireworks in my body all over again. His cock is hard as steel and he buries his face in my neck, groaning. I know he’s about to cum and I’m ready to milk that cock with my pussy, but I feel the
cock slide out of me and I gasp, and then I feel hot ropes of cum on my tits.

  “Daddy’s little girl all covered in cum. You like when Daddy defiles you, Penny?” Magnus says with a sexy low growl in his voice that makes my body burn for him.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moan, a long moan caught low in my throat as I shiver. I cry out at the aftershocks of his cock leaving me just as I was about to cum myself, and then him cumming all over me. Being blindfolded and not being able to see it makes it seem so much more naughty, and more taboo, and shoots a thrill through me at what I must look like to him. I heard how much he enjoyed this in his voice. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say in the sweetest little voice I can manage. My throat is raw from all the moaning and crying out from him fucking me so hard. From me cumming so hard.

  My body is deliciously sore and achy all over from him getting fucked so thoroughly. The ropes of his cum over my breasts are sticky and warm. I reach down and scoop some of it up with my fingers, and I run those fingers over my tongue to taste the salty fluid of his arousal.

  I feel Magnus’s hand capture my wrist, and then his lips are on mine. The sinful taste of his tongue lapping over mine, his cum flavoring our kiss, drives me wild. I wrap my body around him and grind my pussy over his cock. One of his hands lifts up my leg and slides his cock back in me with a long stroke, and he pumps his cock into me while we kiss and share his cum. He breaks the kiss and slams his cock even harder into me. “Fuck,” he punctuates his words with a deep thrust inside me that makes me rattle against the headboard smacking against the wall. “What do you do to me? I want to live in every kind of sin with you,” Magnus says with a low, sensual voice that makes my pulse race. “I crave you like nothing I’ve ever known. I didn’t know I could need someone so much. Need something so much as I need to fuck you,” he says, and I feel his mouth close over my neck. His teeth nip at my skin, his tongue lashing over where teeth scrape. Everything about his mouth mirrors the way he’s fucking me with an insistence and urgency of shared sensation.

  If I could respond, I would. But I’m drowning in my pleasure, pulled under by the tides. My body’s wracked with every thrust of his cock deep inside me and I want to cry out. I don’t realize until his teeth sink harder into me that I'm crying out loudly. My body and mind seem separated. Beneath the blackness of the blindfold, some lustful part of me is so free that I don’t have to think or be connected to my body, and I’m floating all around. Every second he fucks his enormous cock deeper into me, Daddy grounds me with reality. Then he slides out and the slick, frictionless moment my pussy squeezes around his cock’s exit and trembles with the urges to have him back, I float out of my body. I’m tugged in every direction of my soul, and I’m moaning his name loudly. I hunger for him, ache for him.

  Impossibly, another orgasm is building inside me. I mean, I can’t be too surprised though because I ache for him in ways that I can’t begin to understand. I cum so much when he fucks me that it's almost dangerous. Like I might stroke out from sensory overload in my nerves, or dehydrate from all of the cum that leaves my body. I really feel like my stepfather, ex-stepfather, whatever Magnus is to me, I feel like he could fuck me right to death. And, let me just say, I would die happy. I don’t mind craving the thing that destroys me, and I lust for being rebuilt in the sinful images of whatever his lust spurns into action.

  “I’m going to cum,” I moan low, my voice so soft and raspy from all the intense breathing I’ve been doing.

  I feel Magnus’s fingers dip across my thighs and I know what he’s doing the instant his fingers are behind me. Using my arousal as lubrication, he slides several of his fingers deep into my ass, pumping them into my ass while his cock fills up my pussy. I’m impossibly full from him fucking me. The orgasm that was slow rising to a burn is now a smothering wildfire extinguishing all reason from me and erasing every thought from my memory and my mind. All that exists is the pleasure radiating from my core, reverberating through my ass and aching at my nipples. His mouth brings pleasure up to my neck. My whole body shivers, shakes, trembles, and I’m like a spasming flower in the wind that he’s holding up. My orgasm tears through me. The silky darkness of the blindfold feels even darker and I realize that I'm actually going to pass out from the pleasure if it keeps climbing higher and higher. I gasp at the lightness of my head. My pussy quakes around Magnus’s massive cock fucking so deep into me. I feel the hot feeling of his cum about to jet off inside me and I’m aching for everything he offers. I want more. I want him to fuck me like this forever. I know now that whatever is between us…it can’t just be from one tryst to the next. I can’t go back to a life where my stepfather doesn’t fuck the daylights out of me. It may be wrong, but I can’t be scandalized by it anymore because I now have learned to crave the wickedness. I ache for his every touch. I’ll obey his every command. I’ll beg for even a second of his attention.

  “Yes!” I cry out when he slams his massive cock deep into me with huge jets of his cum rocketing inside me. “Fill me up, Daddy,” I moan out.

  “I like fucking that naughty ass of yours when your pussy is eating up every inch of my cock. I like how your body swallows up everything I stuff in it,” Magnus says, groaning forcefully as he punctuates every word with faster and harder thrusts.

  I feel my body stretch to take just how much he is stuffing me. His cock, his fingers, his cum. I’m totally overloaded with it all, and his breath on my neck where he was nibbling and kissing me, his breath is like the butterfly wing that could set the world into chaos. Every part of my body is so sensitive that I’m rolling through another wave of orgasm just to feel his breath on mine.

  This is not normal. This is not what fucking is normally like. It certainly can’t be what even fucking with a blindfold on is like. But it's what me getting fucked by my stepfather is like—unpredictable, with equal parts cum and quivering body parts. Me full of him, him rocketing off gallons of cum inside me, and on me. The sweat that slicks over both our bodies. Us melding together until we are so tangled up in each other that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.

  I can’t believe the sensations he creates in my body. I can’t believe that while I’m erupting through multiple shivering orgasms, he’s still unloading so much cum in me. I feel it spilling out down my thighs, my own gushing pussy mixing my cum with his.

  That’s also us. We tasted our cum separately today, and, as if he can read my mind—and I wouldn’t put it past Magnus who seems to know my body and my desires better than I even know them myself—he yanks his cock from me and pulls my head down to suck it. His fingers pop out of my ass and I gasp at the emptiness. I swallow down on that cock, slamming Magnus all the way down my throat and swallowing him whole. I open my mouth as wide as I can and then suck with all the intensity I can muster, drinking down the cum still shooting from that wondrous cock. The tang of my pussy and the salt of his cock all mix with the creamy milkshake of our lust pouring down my throat. I crave this more than air. I drink our cum like it's water and I’ve been dying of thirst in the desert. My whole body is shaking, but I’m clamped down on that cock and pumping it down my throat. I crave him filling me up, and with my pussy and ass now so empty, I’m finding all the strength I can and slamming him down my throat.

  “Fuck, you're a cock sucking demon, Penny. I love cumming down your throat,” Magnus groans.

  I let myself smile just a little, feeling it pulling at the corners of my mouth, despite having a very tight suction over his cock in my mouth. I think that his cock must be done cumming now. My pussy is fluttering, but I feel the afterglow setting in my body’s aches starting to war with my desires to keep swallowing him. But then I feel a jerk in my mouth and there’s a final spurt. I almost giggle, silly as that is. He lies back against the bed, pulling me down. His cock threatens to pop out of my mouth but I take it as a challenge. I feel the blindfold sliding up over my eyes and I realize that he’s taking it off.

  The smile spread across his face is the most sens
ual thing I’ve ever seen. My heart skips a beat and my breath is fully knocked out of my body for a moment. His eyes undo me, and I realize I've never seen him look so happy. I've never felt so content. I keep my eyes locked with his gaze and put both of my hands to his hips, sliding his cock back into my mouth because I have a primal need for it to be inside me.

  His hands stroke my hair, my back, and I feel cherished. How my stepfather can fuck me like his personal sex toy, his little dirty slut, and still make me feel like the only girl in the world, like something precious to him, I don’t know. But the warmth spreading through my body is so much more than lust. I've never felt so at peace in my life. My vision has returned to normal and my breathing stills and I relish the total exhaustion I feel from what has been an indescribably satisfying fuck.

  Magnus’s eyes never leave mine. His hands keep stroking me. A girl totally could die from this much happiness. And wouldn’t it be so damn worth it?

  Magnus

  I never thought I’d say this, but it feels good to wake up next to her.

  I’m not the kind of man who likes to sleep next to a woman. I relish my independence, and that extends to my own bed. Sure, I might wake up next to a bunch of naked women from time to time, but that’s just the exception that proves the rule. In fact, that’s a rule I might uphold too harshly; I've kicked more woman from my bed than I care to count, even after they told me how much they enjoyed our time together.