36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  He strokes me slowly, his movements gentle and patient, keeping a rhythm that makes that slow mounting pressure spread all over my body and coat every single one of my senses. My hands start grabbing at random locks of his hair in abandonment as electricity bites at me, clawing under my skin at my taut muscles. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, the universe exploding inside my head.

  My arms shake and tremble, flaying wildly; if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I’m sure I would simply collapse onto the floor. As it is, I remain in place, delight coursing through me with such intensity I can’t even remember my own name or where I am.

  He takes his fingers out of me and I quiver as he does it. Placing my hands under his chin, I make for him to get up; standing tall, he grabs my head with smooth gentleness and kisses me softly. I can feel my own scent still dancing in his lips, and it simply drives me completely crazy.

  “Tired, babe?” he asks me, that grin of his telling me there’s more to come. I don’t even have the strength to speak, so I just shake my head. Tired…? Hello…? Of course I’m tired! But I’ll never tire of him and his body. Oh, no, I’ll fight through tiredness as long as his body is close to me; I’ll push myself to the brink of exhaustion and then I’ll just keep pushing further.

  Without even letting me catch my breath, he makes me raise my leg once more, and before I know it, he pushes my thong to the side and has his glans brushing over my outer folds. I expect for him to enter me with one simple and quick thrust, but he simples holds his position there. I feel his cock pulsing in aching desire, and I have to admire the ability he has to take his time and drive me mad.

  I push his pants down his legs and my trembling fingers start unbuttoning his shirt frantically. I need to feel every single inch of him on me.

  With my arms over his shoulders, I thrust my hips at him, begging him with my body to have at me. But he resists, matching my thrust with a backward motion, and simply continuing to brush his tip against me once more, up and down, up and down.

  I can’t take it, I really can’t. I need to feel him inside of me and I need it now. You would understand if you were in my shoes, but then again, you aren’t. And that’s a good thing, since I don’t want you anywhere close to Derek.

  “Anxious, are we, love?” he asks me teasingly. I nod in desperate agreement. I never felt like this before; my muscles are tense and my insides seem to be burning. And to have him so close to me and yet doing nothing… The outer limits of my mind are stretching and I can feel something in me about to snap.

  “Derek… Please…” I moan, still trying and thrusting my hips at him.

  “You look so cute when you’re begging, love,” I hear him saying, but I can barely understand what the words mean. My mind is exploding, and all rationality is slipping away from me.

  “Please…” I beg. “Please…”

  He gives me half an inch of his cock and I feel my whole body trembling frenetically.

  “More…”

  One inch in and my pussy is tight like a vice around his cock. I push my body forward, but he resists my advances, feeding his cock into me so slowly even time seems to be distorting around me. When I think he’s about to let it go all in, he pulls back, starting the process all over again.

  “No…” I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back.

  “If that’s what you want,” he whispers, caressing the back of my neck with the tip of fingers.

  He thrusts into me with such force that fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I’m gritting my teeth now, a fire running through my limbs. He starts to thrust hard, his hips slapping against mine in a furious rhythm of flesh-on-flesh.

  He keeps going for God knows how long, his body tirelessly punishing mine. I have to grab the headrest of a seat to hold my position against the wall, such is the sweet fury that he is unleashing on me.

  I can feel the trepidation of the plane increasing, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re the ones causing it. As he starts to quicken his pace, his cock completely destroying me, the turbulence starts to grow stronger; I guess I had that one right. Hard fucking equals hard turbulence.

  I grab at the seat harder, fighting against the turbulence as the plane rocks harshly from side to side. For a fraction of a second, my heart skips a beat as I imagine us plummeting to the ground, but then I forget all about it. It’s hard to think of anything when Derek's naked body is pressed tight against me.

  The trepidation is making all my muscles buzz, and I tighten my pussy around his cock with violent harshness. That only makes him go harder, his coming and going motion making the whole cabin sway.

  One hard and final thrust and his cock lodges itself deep inside me, his tip pressed tight against my G-spot. Just like that, I explode. One more hard and deep thrust and I come in an instant, a maddening scream escaping my mouth and filling the entire cabin. I feel my inner walls spasming around his cock, but instead of stopping, he keeps thrusting at me unrelenting.

  Still with my whole body buzzing, my limbs completely out of control, I raise my leg just a bit more, allowing him to go deeper inside me. Am I moaning or am I screaming? I don’t even know, and to be honest, I don’t care.

  He keeps moving in and out of me as the orgasm still bites and claws at my mind, and I love him for it. I don’t want him to stop. Each thrust of his dilutes the whole world around me, and I feel myself being pulled into the depths of a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

  I lean into him, still with my eyes closed but looking for his mouth. He locks his lips on mine, our kiss growing wild and completely savage. Pulling back, he takes his lips to my neck and then whispers, “we’re just getting started.”

  I nod, my head spinning with the promise of more as I feel the turbulence start to subside. Thank God, I didn’t want my first foray into the mile high club to be the last one.

  He pulls me into him, and before I know it, he has me in his embrace. We kiss in abandonment as we stumble our way through the cabin, completely drunk with lust. With a growl, he throws me on top of the seat and I fall there, my trembling body pushing against the leather. With my back to him, I breathe out deeply as my body appreciates the fact that it can lie down at last. I feel exhausted, completely spent… And still, I want more. Much more.

  He climbs on top of me, his fingers like hooks on my waist, and I jut my ass at him. I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling exposed in that position and loving it even more precisely because of it. I grab at the handholds of the seat as he smacks my ass with the back of his hands, and I wiggle my backside at him in tense anticipation. With a quick motion of his hands, he grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. My whole body shakes as I feel the fabric of it brushing down my skin.

  How did this happen to me? I never thought it would be possible to become this obsessed with a man! But I am becoming completely crazy for him, each second his body isn’t on mine painfully tortuous.

  Parting my folds with two fingers, he rams his cock deep inside me and my arms lose all their strength at once; I collapse onto the seat, only my backside still raised up at him. He thrusts into me hard and unforgiving, handing sweet punishment in the most lovable way possible. He reaches for my hair, grabbing it in a bunch and making me raise my head.

  I’m moaning… I’m moaning so hard it’s unbelievable. I do it until I feel my throat becoming sore, and then I do it some more.

  I start rocking my hips back at him, the pendulum motion of his cock becoming faster and faster.

  I’m so spent even my soul is numb.

  He reaches around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing on it as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly. I try to scream in delight but even my throat is completely exhausted. I simply lay there as he brings me once more to the edge of delirious rapture and throws me down into the abyss.

  Hooking his fingers on my hips, he pulls back and makes me turn around. I lay back on the seat, opening my legs so that he fits right between them. A shiver goes up my spine as I lay eye
s on the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest.

  Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore; I thrust my hips toward him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bite my lower lip as I feel him enter me again.

  Now there is nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dreamlike that I’m not even sure if whatever what is happening is real. It's way too perfect to be real.

  I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, a pleasure so intense it verges the mystical.

  He goes in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there is nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

  His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice, and with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault.

  He keeps thrusting, rubbing my clit with suddenly erratic movements, I feel him ready; I summon what little strength still lives inside of me and I tighten my hold on him. He stops then, his muscles so tense he seems made out of marble.

  When his cock spasms harshly inside my pussy I can’t help but submit to that wildfire inside of me and scream. Pleasure crashes against my soul as I feel his cum gushing in a torrent once more, an earthquake of climaxing delight attacking both our bodies.

  I can’t hold any longer so I just collapse completely on the seat; he falls with me, his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I moan, feeling his thickness still spasming as he lays on top of me, cum dripping down my thighs.

  We stay like that for… I don’t even know. One minute, one hour? We stay like that until our exhausted bodies become capable of moving, time becoming just an abstract concept.

  He rolls to the side then, his hand resting on my lower back as he caresses the dimples there. I turn to him, struggling to open my eyes. He’s looking at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

  “This was…” I try to say, but I can’t find the word to describe it. I don’t think any dictionary or language in the whole world has a word that fits the description of everything I just felt. It’s just impossible. It’s more than sex, it’s more than love. It’s everything. “I love you, Derek… I love you so much.”

  “I know, Alicia… I love you too. You know that,” he tells me, stroking my lower back softly. With a grin, he continues: “We have a whole life of this ahead of us.”

  Yes, a whole life together. Me and him, till death do us part.

  Oh, how I love this man.

  Epilogue As Told By Alicia

  “So you scared?” Ashely asks me as we sit down across the street from work at Il Fornia Deep Dish.

  “Scared about what, babe?” I ask Ashely, rolling my eyes as I lean back and let the waiter place our personal deep dish pizzas in front of us.

  “Duh, you only got promoted today Alicia,” Ashley replies back giving me an eye roll of her own. “I mean like one year ago you basically almost lost your job.”

  “Oh my God, you remember Nadia Moore?” I ask her, shuddering. “I can’t believe she stole all that money from Derek.”

  Ashley takes her knife and fork and starts cutting into her deep dish pizza with gusto. She ordered the Italian Sausage and I got the pepperoni and bell peppers. It’s greasy, cheesy. And it tastes so good. But…

  “By the way, babe,” Ashley says to me as she pops a piece of pizza into her mouth. “I know you’re like the youngest Vice President in the history of Carter Jeffries now, all promoted and whatnot and still in your 20s, but we can’t keep eating like this.”

  Gimme a break, you know?

  I mean, sure, I’m popping the pizza in my mouth, but it’s not like it was my idea to go get deep dish pizza.

  “Ya babe, I’m so with you, we gotta do better eating wise, because I don’t know how many more hours of Pilates we can really do before we end up just passing out.”

  Alicia laughs to herself. Is she laughing at me? Oh my God, I can’t believe it!

  “What the fuck, babe?” I ask her.

  “Like, I think you can eat as much greasy food as you want with all the fucking you’re getting from your billionaire boyfriend,” she teases me. “If you get him an extra 10% return will he maybe do anal?”

  Ya, in case you were wondering, I’m still an anal virgin. I haven’t given it up.

  But I mean, it’s not like it’s been boring sex.

  Far from it. OMG. It’s like life-altering sex. It’s like we’re one person. It’s like everything I could have dreamed of.

  “Seriously babe, it’s like you're like living in a romance novel or something, “ Ashley says to me and looks out the window. “I just hope that I’m as happy as you one day.”

  I mean, I know that Ashley is the first to tease me and such, but something about her in this instance lets me know that she’s genuinely happy for me.

  And you know, it does feel good. I’m so much better off than I was a year ago. I have a man who totally loves me. I have my career. It really does seem to be possible to have it all.

  It’s been a great year. Just in case you need a quick rundown of what happened to my life over the last 12 months, let me just let you in on the key details.

  So, Nadia Moore is in jail. She lost her securities license. Then she got indicted for fraud and grand larceny as well as conspiracy.

  I kept working at Carter Jeffires. Ashley went to work for a fashion magazine in Times Square called Femina.

  I still live in my apartment but spend most of the time with Derek. I mean, I should probably not renew my lease when it expires next month. I’d probably save some money.

  Work? It’s been good, I guess. I mean, being part of the team that brought down an international con artist and thief put a lot of wind behind my sails. I’ve traded nods with the CEO because he’s recognized me.

  I know, right? It’s insane. Like I’ll be walking down with my co-workers and Preston Cabot and his Managing Directors will be walking by and he’ll recognize me and nod and be like “Alicia,” and I’ll nod and say, “Hi, Mr. Cabot!”

  Totally raises your street credibility among your peers.

  And I guess it doesn’t hurt that Derek goes golfing with Preston and we’ve all gone out to dinner and various social events together. Maybe it doesn't help, but I mean, it probably doesn’t hurt that my guy is his client/boss.

  But enough about me. I need to get Ashley off her subject and on something else. Plus, I wanna know about her new job.

  “How is the new job at the fashion magazine?” I ask her. “Any cute guys?”

  Ashley shrugs. “The managing editor is a dick,” she says with enough matter-of-fact to let me know she’s made peace with it. “But the commute is good.”

  “Yeah, but what about the guys?” I ask again. “You’re not answering the question.”

  That’s when it dawns on me. “Oh my God. Did you already fuck someone?”

  Ashley looks startled. “No!” she squeals back to me. Then, as if considering. “But there might be someone I saw in the building,” she answers quietly.

  Yay! It’s like my good fortune is rubbing off. Because if anyone deserves to be happy, its my Ashley baby.

  “You need to wear that skirt you have from Forever 21,” I tell her. “The one that looks totally sweet and slutty.”

  “Uhm, no,” Ashley says to me. “I don't wanna look like a slut in my first mont
h to get some guy. Besides you borrowed it and never gave it back.”

  Oh right. I totally forgot that. I borrowed it to go to a Yankees game with Derek. He owns a skybox and I remember wearing that skirt. It was great because he was able to lift it up in our skybox (it was just us) and fuck me so hard during the 7th Inning Stretch.

  I’m smiling at the memory, getting so hot that I reach over to get a drink.

  Ashley sees me.

  “Oh. My. God. Babe, get the fuck out!” she says to me and I see her eyes widen.

  Oh, yeah, I may have forgot to tell you Derek proposed to me on Saturday.

  I promise, it’s not like I was hiding it from you or anything. I swear!

  It’s just that I got promoted today also! It’s been like a really intense week and it’s only Wednesday.

  “Get out!” Ashley says. “How did you not tell me?”

  I decide that I really should have told Ashley, but when you’re getting proposed to on the top of the Empire State Building and…

  “Tell me all about it, babe,” Ashley says and her eyes narrow. “Now!”

  I smile.

  She’s so sweet when she’s insistent.

  But hey, fuck it. I’m a VP now. I guess I can take a whole hour and talk about how I got proposed to.

  “So ya, we totally woke up and he took me to this amazing romantic brunch at the Boathouse in Central Park,” I say.

  “Oh my God, I love the Boathouse,” she jumps in.

  We both take a bite of our pizza and I look out the window. People walk to and fro.

  I smile and realize that Ashley is right in a way.

  Life can’t get better than this.

  I can’t wait to see what else is to cum.

  The Biggest Licker

  Description

  Move over Thursday Night Football. It's time to crown The Biggest Licker.

  So you think you can dance? You think you got talent? Well, there's a new title in TV Land.

  It's called The Biggest Licker.

  The show is simple. Put 7 virgins in the same house with 7 eligible, lip smacking, red-hot, billionaires looking to seduce them. If a billionaire conquers a virgin she gets kicked out and he chooses one of the other billionaires to leave the house as well. Whoever lasts till the end gets the prize - $2 billion dollars and a dream apartment in the heart of New York City.