36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  My hands are on her head, my fingers running through her silky hair as her lips draw close to my pulsing cock. Kicking and punching, my heart beats faster, anticipating what’s to come. She wraps her luscious lips around my tip, slowly sucking as she keeps on stroking. I close my eyes, savoring her mouth on me and let delight overtake me.

  “So tight… I need more,” I groan, pushing her head down. I don’t even give a fuck - instinct and desire are running the show. She goes willingly, parting her lips wider and allowing my cock to slide inside of her mouth and over her tongue. Feeling the warmness inside her mouth, my cock pulses harshly as she keeps on going deeper; she goes until her lips are touching the skin at the base of my cock, and then she holds her position for a few seconds, pressing on my shaft with her tongue. Only when I sigh heavily does she roll back, her lips once again wrapped tight around the tip of my cock.

  I leave one hand on her head, but I move the other down her back, reaching for her ass. I slide my hand under her ass and squeeze one cheek, the flesh shifting under my fingers; flicking one finger under the string of her thong, I then caress the crack between her ass cheeks. As I touch her, dangerously close to her ass hole, she starts to bob her head up and down, keeping a steady but unbridled pace. Pushing into her hole, I move my finger inside her ass, and slowly build up its rhythm; it doesn’t take long for me to be fingering her ass at the same fucking pace with which she’s sucking on me.

  “You’re so fucking good…” I whisper, the fingers in my free hand curling into fucking hooks and grabbing her ass harshly. She responds by picking up the rhythm, moving her head so fast I can’t help but groan in pleasure. Instinct taking over me, I push my finger deeper between her cheeks, sliding it further inside her ass. I move it back and forth as fast as I can, her inner walls squeezing tightly. “Come here… I want to taste you too,” I find myself saying, pulling on her waist. I need to taste everything in her, every single inch of smooth skin… Her lips, breasts, pussy and ass - everything’s fair game to me.

  My cock pops out of her mouth as she raises her head, but she never takes her hand off of my shaft.

  Turning her body around so that her ass is turned to me, she lifts one leg and moves it over me, her knees on either side of my head. With one of my hands on her waist, I use the other one to push the hem of her dress up to her waist and flick her thong to the side; I raise my head then, pulling her down at the same time. With my mouth pressed tight against her soaking wet pussy, she leans forward once more, pushing my cock between her lips.

  I breathe in her sweet scent, letting it go all the way up to my brain. Sucking on her folds, I run my tongue over them, her fluids coating my tongue shamelessly. She tastes fucking divinal, and it doesn’t take long for me to lose all control, using both my lips and tongue to devour her. I push my tongue past her inner lips, jabbing at her insides as I keep her still with my hands firmly resting on her hips.

  We please each other with our mouths, working on one another in a feverish state of frenzied lust. With my eyes closed, I surrender to pleasure, sparks of electric sin like thorns biting at my mind. She is grabbing my cock harshly, moving her mouth and hand in unison; her tongue is moving erratically, almost as if she couldn’t control herself. I figure that’s right, judging by the way she’s moving her hips and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Eventually, she takes my cock out of her mouth, a throaty moan cutting through the silence as she arches her back.

  Leaning back, she’s now sitting on my face, my fingers hooked on her hips and keeping her in place. Still, she keeps on stroking, now more furiously than ever. If I wasn’t so concentrated on how delicious her pussy tastes, I’d probably would have already cum. And that… Well, that’d be a waste - I’m far from done.

  Megan grinds against my face, her fluids dripping down my chin as I keep on sucking eagerly. With one hand over her right leg, I reach for her clitoris and press my thumb over it, moving it in fast circles. I can already feel her body tensing up, electricity pooling in her muscles. It won’t take long for her to explode, but I still have a trick up my sleeve, though.

  Moving my tongue back over her folds, I reach for her ass, and then start to lap at her hole eagerly. I feel her shivering, my mouth working on her ass with the same eagerness I ate her pussy out. Jesus fucking Christ, why does everything in this woman has to taste so fucking good? I keep on licking her until I feel her on the edge, a strong violent orgasm preparing to burst inside her body. If she’s on the edge, I’m ready to push her off of it. Licking her ass furiously, I drive her utterly and completely mad; she’s moaning louder now, and I just know she’s about to explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens - a few quick jabs from my tongue and I feel every muscle in her body tightening up, a whispered moan of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room. The sound of her voice caresses my eardrums and travels all the way up to my brain, making me lose whatever fucking self-control I still had in me.

  Her body is still trembling when I push her off of me; she falls on the mattress with her stomach down, and I waste no time - I go on my knees behind her. I take one second to look at her perfect shape, the curves of her body calling to me. Gritting my teeth, I feel my cock desperate to fuck her - and, this time, I know that she won’t object to it.

  I inch closer to her and, grabbing her thong, I pull on it as harshly as I can against her outer thigh. The sound of ripping fabric comes immediately after, and I throw her torn underwear to the floor.

  “I hate your clothes,” I tell her with a grin, running my hands up the side of her body and grabbing the fabric of her dress. “You look so much better when you’re naked,” I continue, yanking hard on her dress and taking it off her body. The moment I take it off, I then grab her by the hips and force her to remain lying down on her stomach; I go for the clasp of her bra and undo it, yanking the whole thing off of her. “So much better.”

  Taking a deep breath, my heart tightening up into a fist, I let my eyes roam over her naked body and I feel my cock throbbing furiously. All her barriers are down, I can feel it… She wants me, and she wants me right now.

  I place my hands on her ass, squeezing and grabbing, and then I smack her as hard as I can with the back of my open hand. A muffled cry of pleasure reaches me, and I look down, seeing her with her head buried against the pillow, trying to silence her need to moan.

  I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one breast while I position my shaft against her ass. My fingers gently playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.

  “You want it, don’t you?” I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me with her cheeks. “You want me to fuck you.”

  “I --” she starts to whisper, but then trails off turning her head to the side.

  “You want it,” I continue, teasing her and grabbing my shaft with one hand and pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is brushing against her wet folds. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t thrust right away. It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep talking.

  I have no idea why I still haven’t thrusted yet, but something inside me is making me hold off. Even though she hasn’t said it, I know that she wants it; for fuck’s sake, I already have the tip of my cock pressed against her pussy! She’s just waiting for me to take the reigns and slide my cock inside of her.

  But I just can’t. I can’t fucking do it.

  What the fuck’s wrong with me? I’ve been dying for this moment ever since I saw her for the first time, and now I just can’t do it. Somehow, it just feels wrong.

  Why? She isn’t thinking straight, her mind clouded by the heat of the moment… And, as much as I want to fuck her, I don’t want it to happen just because she couldn’t think straight. I want it to happen because she truly wants it, not because I snuck up on her when she was vulnerable.

  “Fuck,” I sigh, wrestling against the adrenaline
that my heart’s pumping into my bloodstream. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Restraint is kind of a foreign concept to me, you know?

  Gritting my teeth, I brush the tip of my cock once more against her wet pussy lips and then pull back. The moment she stops feeling my cock, she rolls to the side underneath my body and forces me to lay down on the mattress.

  Moving with fast cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.

  “Oh, God, I want it” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.

  She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that the tip of my cock is rubbing against her pussy lips. With each passing second, I feel all that restraint start to fade away. “This feels so good,” she continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it. “So good…”

  “It does feel good,” I agree with a groan, closing my eyes as I feel her drenched folds running up and down the length of my shaft. She’s just stroking me with her pussy, and it feels completely amazing - I can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel to be inside of her right now.

  “Why don’t you… do it…?” She asks me, almost as if she was expecting me to thrust anytime soon.

  “I… Fuck, Megan. I want it. I want it more than anything else. But I want you to think long and hard about it… If it happens, I want you to be sure that it’s what you really want,” I tell her, and then reach for her pussy with my hand, giving her no time for a reply.

  I press two fingers over her clit and start rubbing on it as she pulls her pussy back from my cock. Matching the rhythm of my fingers, she grabs my shaft by the root and strokes me hard, her grip so tight that I can’t help but close my eyes and imagine that I’m ravaging her pussy right now. I move my hips up unconsciously, thrusting into her hand, and I let that maddening pressure start to grow on the pit of my stomach.

  At the same time, I let my fingers work on her clit at a growing erratic pace. I feel her muscles tensing up and I open my eyes to look at her. She has her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and there’s an expression of pure bliss on her face. It’s almost as if she’s glowing from the pleasure rushing through her body.

  “Come for me, Megan,” I tell her, grabbing her ass with my free hand and allowing my index finger to wander over to her ass hole. I don’t even need to slide it in - the moment I press against it, it’s as if I’ve unleashed a firestorm inside of her. She arches her back and screams, the sound of her voice making that pressure inside of me growing to the point I know I can no longer control myself.

  I wait until her orgasm subsides and then I force her to roll to the side. She lays back on the mattress and I sit up as fast as I can, kneeling between her spreads legs. She takes both her hands to my cock and resumes her stroking motion, this time doing it even faster.

  I don’t even last a second.

  Gritting my teeth, I let a violent orgasm explode inside of me, my cock pulsing violently against her fingers.

  In a heartbeat, I’m gushing a torrent over her body, each spasm of my member sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine, every single muscle in my body tensing up to the point of ripping themselves apart. It’s almost unbearable.

  “Fuck…” I mutter through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I keep cumming for what seems like forever, thick strands of semen dripping onto her pussy and coating it in white

  Sighing, she waits for my cock’s spasms to subside, and she finally lets go of my shaft. She gets out from underneath me and goes up to her knees; she leans forward, her parted lips meeting my now sensitive tip. She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it up. As she moves back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.

  I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing - fuck, I can’t even think straight right now, pleasure still coating my mind. Megan goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she loses no fucking time - she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.

  We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.

  “I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating as if a high voltage current was running through. With my hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me; she doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth. Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy and inner thighs against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I came so much that it’s dripped down in rivulets and I open my mouth as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.

  We remain like that until her pussy is dry, my mouth brimming with cum. Only then does she roll to the side, looking at me with anxious eyes. I know what she fucking wants, and so I just go ahead and fucking do it. I swallow, the saltiness of my load fucking clawing at my throat on the way down.

  Megan… This woman drives me fucking insane, that’s a fact. Everytime I’m with her is like fucking Christmas.

  Throwing herself back on top of the mattress, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long fucking while, simply staring at the ceiling as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.

  Then, hesitant, I feel her reaching for my hand. She grabs it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back. We remain in silence, the long shadows in the room tumbling over our bodies as if they were trying to caress our naked skin.

  You know, I’m the last person you’d be able to call a romantic. In fact, whenever I hear the word ‘romance’, I feel sick to my stomach. It’s just not my thing. But right now, being here with Megan, our bodies close together… It’s fucking perfect.

  “You’re special, Megan…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “You’re really special… I’ve never felt like this before.” She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I did the right fucking thing.

  I wanted to fuck her, to ravage her body as hard as humanly possible… But I held off. If that happens - when that happens - I want it to be special. I don’t want it to happen in the heat of the moment.

  I want it to be… real.

  Maya

  The guy from legal is droning on and on and on, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. There’s a reason I’m no legal expert. I produce entertainment. I don’t give a fuck about the laws behind it.

  Except that right now I kind of do. At least as far as they pertain to what I have in mind.

  “Here you go, Maya,” he says, handing me a stack of papers that look like a contract and pointing out a section he’s highlighted. I scan it quickly, but it doesn’t make much sense.

  “Translation?”

  He nods. “Basically, it details out how the women and men are eliminated from the show and how the finale works. But there’s no clause about her choosing only one man in the end.”

  He gives me a funny look, but I’m too relieved and excited to bother explaining.

  “Thank you so much, Steve. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I owe you one.�
�� I smile at him, and he grins back, his eyes wide behind his bottlecap glasses.

  “Can I collect tonight?”

  I nearly choke on my gum. “Excuse me?”

  He laughs nervously, pushing his glasses up his nose and fiddling with the pens in his front pocket. “I just thought if you really wanted to show me your appreciation then maybe you’d go to dinner with me tonight.”

  His face turns bright red as he says it, and I have to fight to keep the polite smile on my face and not roll my eyes. What is the deal with these guys? First, the camera guy wanted me to go out with him after the whole microphone and camera scheme when Tristan told me he cares about Megan. Now, Steve is asking me out too?

  If these men I work with don’t cut this out, I don’t know what I’ll do. Other than stop asking for favors. I chuckle internally. Fat chance. This show is going to be my big break if I can pull off what I have in mind. And I’ll take any favors I can get along the way.

  “Thanks, Steve,” I say, a bit too upbeat, “but I’m so swamped with the show right now. I just don’t have time.”

  He looks disappointed, so I give him another smile. “Thank you again for helping me figure this out. You’re a really great guy.”

  It doesn’t pep him up much, and he slinks out of my office, mumbling a you’re welcome or something under his breath.

  I don’t have time to worry about Steve. I have a show to save, hopefully sparing a few hearts in the process.

  Rising from my desk, papers firmly in hand, I stride down the hall, past Everett’s office, and on to the very end. The network president’s office. His secretary is sitting out front at her desk.