36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Fighting back against the hold I have on her, she pushes her lips down my shaft until they meet the skin at the base. She pushes further down and I can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight, my whole length inside of her mouth. Once again, I’m not exactly a small guy - and it takes one hell of a woman to do what she’s doing right now. A talented woman. As her lips meet the base of my cock she looks up and, even though she has my tie wrapped around her head, I instinctively smile down at her as she slowly rolls her mouth back over my shaft.

  “That’s good,” I tell her with a grin. “Fuck, Megan, you’re a talented woman.” As a response, she goes back down again, her movements so precise and seductive that I feel my brain melting inside my skull. I breathe out deeply, trying to keep myself together as she starts to caress my balls with one hand. If this continues for too long I’m going to cum in her mouth pretty soon.

  Wanting to take control again, I grab her head harshly, forcing her to stop moving altogether. The moment she’s still, I start to thrust, fucking her mouth just like I promised her I would do. I look down, my heart beating fast as I watch my shaft flying in and out of her mouth. I go fast, as fast as I can, and close my eyes as I feel my insides clenching.

  I force myself to slow down until I stop, my cock spasming inside her mouth as I take a deep breath, stopping myself from coming. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy task - right now I want nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with my cum and see it drip down her chin to between her breasts. I can already imagine myself scooping whatever spilled out of her mouth with my tongue - yeah, Megan makes me this insane. And hell, I just love it. I never had a woman making me feel like this, each time she touches me just another step closer toward losing control.

  “Come here,” I say, taking my cock out of her mouth and grabbing her by the hand. I pull her up to her feet and then, bending over, I pick her up from the floor and carry in her my arms toward the bed. I drop her over the mattress and then kick off my shoes; she lays back, and I can tell that she’s waiting for me to follow after her. Not wanting to make her wait, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and then take off my shirt in a hurry, my heart kicking against my chest in desperation.

  I place one knee up on the mattress but then, remembering something, I pick my pants off the floor and rummage through my pockets. You see, I came prepared and brought more than just one tie. And now, holding the second tie in my hands, I finally climb up on the bed.

  “Your hands, give them to me,” I tell her, and she extends them forward blindly. Holding her small wrists, I wrap the tie around them and then force her to lift her arms up; tying the end of the tie to the bedframe, I then look down at her naked body with a smile on my lips.

  She’s smiling as well, pulling against the tie and testing my knot.

  “What now?” She asks me, realizing that there’s no escape now. She’s mine for me to do as I please.

  Kneeling between her legs, I place my hands on her knees and force her to spread them wide. My eyes go straight to her wet pussy and I feel a knot growing in my throat, my cock throbbing so hard it almost hurts. All I have to do now is lay down on top of her and guide my cock home…

  Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this for too long.

  Laying down on top of her, her breasts mashed against my chest, I take one hand to my cock and wrap my fingers around it. Angling it downward, I press the tip of my twelve-inches against her aching pussy and start running it up and down her length, knowing that I’m just one thrust away of feeling her inner walls wrapped tight around my shaft.

  I take one deep breath, readying myself to thrust, and then --

  No, not yet. Not now, I hear a whisper inside my head, a whisper that makes me feel dizzy and lightheaded. Fuck, I can’t do it like this. After what happened between me, Madden and Megan… I don’t know, it just seems wrong to fuck her right now. I’ve told her that I love her, and I don’t want to fuck her just because my words tugged at the right strings at the right time… No, I’ll do it the moment I’m sure she loves me back; I’ll do it when the moment’s right.

  Not before that.

  Sighing, I push my hands against the mattress and kneel once more, pulling my cock back from her pussy. I can’t believe that I’m doing this - I never even knew I’d be able to resist her like this.

  But she’s still here, her naked body calling for me, right? Right.

  Swinging my legs off the bed, I walk across her bedroom and look around, trying to find the mini-bar the producers put in each of the rooms. Finding it, I open it and go straight for the small container of ice on the inside; I pick up an ice cube and then go back to the bed.

  “Where did you go?” She asks me, moving her head from side to side as if that somehow would help her see through the fabric over her eyes.

  “I needed to grab this,” I whisper as I lean in, the ice cube between my index finger and thumb. I press it between her breasts and she lets out a surprised moan; she arches her back and, with the ice softly pressed against her skin, I run the cube up and down the valley between her tits.

  “Maybe this will cool you off,” I laugh, dragging the ice cube over the curve of her right breast and circling her nipple with it. “Or maybe not,” I add as she wriggles her body, my hand moving from one nipple to the other, a string of moans leaving her mouth.

  Still caressing her breasts with the ice, I take my free hand to between her thighs and cup her pussy. Resting my thumb over her clit, I start stroking it softly as I run two fingers up and down her inner lips.

  I bend my wrist fast and, with that, I slide these two fingers inside of her; curling them upward, I drive them straight to her G-spot and press them there as hard as I can, my thumb still stroking her clit steadily.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, and she replies with another seductive moan. Bringing my hand down from her breasts, I slide the ice cube over her skin; it travels down her stomach, leaving her skin wet and glistening from the melting ice, and I take all the way down to her clit. I take my thumb out and run the ice cube over her pleasure bud.

  “Oh, fuck,” she exhales sharply, swaying her hips from side to side as if she had no idea what to do with her body. Lucky for her, I know exactly what to do with her body (or, rather, what to do to her body).

  I move the ice cube down and around my fingers, brushing it against her pussy lips, and then I simply throw it to the side, leaving it to melt over the sheets of her bed.

  “Let’s get serious,” I tell her as I start fingering her fast, my fingers hitting her G-spot over and over again. She arches her back, straining against the tie binding her hands, and I run my free hand over her stomach and take it to her breasts. There, I take one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and I start pinching it. I let the pressure grow with each passing second, and I never blink as I look at her face, registering the way the expression in her face starts to change.

  “Oh, God, that’s… Oh…” She moans, the pain darting from her nipple making her lips curl as they try to express the way that pain is turning into pleasure. “OH!” She yelps as I press her rosy tip even harder, sliding one more finger inside her pussy at the same time. I’m stretching her wide now, fingering her with the same intensity I’d be able to bring if, instead of three fingers, I had my cock buried deep inside of her.

  “Tristan, I’m gonna --” She starts to say, but she never gets to finish her sentence. Before she can do it, her whole body tenses up, and she has no other option but to hiss through her gritted teeth and prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure. She comes so hard that I can almost see the orgasm raging through her body, thunder and lighting raging under her skin. When she finally stops hissing, her muscles are still twitching hard, as if all that electric pleasure was running up and down her body at the speed of light.

  “Oh, that was amazing,” she breathes out, collapsing on the mattress and taking deep breaths, a few beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. With a smile, I lean
forward and, sliding one hand under the back of her head, I undo the knot of the tie, taking it from her eyes. She blinks hard and, as she adjusts to the light in the room, I undo the knots on her wrists. The moment she’s free, she sits up on the bed and reaches for me right away, placing one hand around my neck and pulling me in, her lips looking for my own.

  “Your mouth,” I find myself saying as we pull from each other, my cock twitching and aching to feel her tongue once more. Grinning at my words, she slides down from the bed and kneels down on the floor, looking up at me with inviting eyes.

  “It’s right here,” she purrs, sticking her tongue out. I follow after her and, the moment I’m standing up over her naked body, she curls her fingers around my shaft and dives into me at once. She bobs her head back and forth at a relentless pace, and I rest my hands on her head; this time, though, I let her dictate the rhythm.

  “Fuck…” I whisper, more to myself than to her. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and just savor the way her lips roll up and down my shaft. Fuck, she really knows how to use her perfect little mouth…

  Still with her lips wrapped around my cock, she starts to move her hand up and down my shaft, and I feel on the verge of cumming. I tangle my fingers on her hair and stop her from moving; gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply and let a violent shiver go up my spine. At the same time, my cock spasms and I feel the cum rushing through me and onto her mouth, almost as if I were some kind of human geyser.

  I keep holding her while I cum, filling her mouth with my seed. There are strands of cum already dripping down from her lips and into her chin, but I don’t give a fuck - I keep cumming inside her mouth, even though it’s already brimming with my juices.

  Once I’m finally done, I let go of her head and, moving slowly, start to slide my cock out of her mouth. When it finally pops out, she looks up at me and opens her mouth, showing me her full mouth like the bad girl she is. I grin at her, my heart racing inside my chest as if I just finished an ultramarathon.

  I place two fingers under her chin and make her close her mouth. “Swallow. All of it,” I command her and, obedient, she does it. Satisfaction rushes through me as I watch the muscles in her throat move, my cum going down through it. Her chin is glistening from the cum there, and a few drops are already making their way toward her neck and cleavage.

  “You missed these,” I whisper, scooping up the cum dripping down her neck with two fingers. I press them against her skin and move them up the curve of her jaw, strands of cum hanging from my fingers. I never take my eyes off hers as I press these two fingers against her mouth, watching as she parts her lips and rolls her lips down my fingers, sucking on them hard.

  She keeps my fingers inside her mouth until they’re completely dry, and that’s when I slide them out. Only then do I realize that I was holding my breath as she sucked the cum off my fingers, my mind still not functioning at full speed.

  “Why didn’t you do it? Why didn’t you... You know,” she says, expecting me to decode the meaning behind her words. Pulling her against me, I lead her to the bed and then fall back; we collapse on the mattress at the same time, that afterglow of pleasure covering both our bodies.

  “I want it to be perfect,” I reply, the words popping into my mouth of nowhere. God, I sound like a woman right now. Who the hell says stuff like this? Thing is… It’s the truth.

  I want it to be perfect.

  For her.

  Megan

  I walk into media room early the next morning and look around, surprised to find that I’m all alone. When I heard the call over the speaker in my room to come down for a message, I figured there was some kind of announcement for all of us. But no. It’s just me.

  I sit on the couch and wait, and after a few minutes, the flat screen on the wall comes on. Instead of seeing Chase’s face as usual, it’s Maya.

  Weird. Normally if she wanted to talk to me, she would just pull me into the bathroom like she always does. I wonder what this is about.

  I don’t have to wait long to find out.

  “Good morning, Megan,” she says, and I can tell instantly that this is a recorded message. She sounds like whatever she is saying is more scripted, not a conversation like we’d normally have.

  I frown and lean back into the soft cushions. What could she have to say that she can’t tell me in person?

  “I hope you’ve had a chance to talk to both Tristan and Madden, as well as taken some time to think about what you really want. The finale is tonight, and you have to make a decision.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut. This is nothing I don’t already know. And it’s the main reason I was already up when I got the call to come down here. I was barely able to sleep from the anxiety and stress.

  The most difficult decision I’ve ever made is looming before me, less than twelve hours away, and I still have no idea what I’m going to do. How I’m going to choose between the two most amazing men I’ve ever known.

  Maya’s voice continues, and I open my eyes again and look at the screen. “Like I told you before, you need to listen to your heart and go with your instincts. If you follow your heart, you’ll be a winner no matter what.” She gives me a hard look through the camera, as if she’s trying to convey some type of hidden message with secret meaning. “I know you’ll make the right decision.”

  Then the screen goes black and I’m left sitting there, still trying to figure out what to do. I stay there for a long time reflecting on everything she said, both on the video message and in the last conversation we had in my bathroom yesterday.

  Follow your heart.

  Rules are made to be broken.

  Yesterday I had time alone with both Tristan and Madden. They both confessed their feelings for me, and I had incredible encounters with both of them. They made me feel special and perfect and so, so sexy.

  But while I loved every second of my time with each of them, it still didn’t compare to what it felt like being with both of them together. That was beyond anything I’ve ever known. And I want more of that.

  I want both of them. Together. That’s the one thing I’m sure of in this whole crazy situation.

  My mind spins, trying to figure out what to do. What would happen in each scenario.

  If I choose Tristan, I know every moment will be hot and intense and passionate. He’s so real and unafraid to show what he’s feeling.

  But Madden brings something else to the equation. He’s full of energy and fun, always injecting his charm and humor into everything.

  They’re like two polar opposites in so many ways. But I like everything about both of them. I don’t want to settle for one or the other. I want both.

  As I imagine myself with one or the other, it’s never been more clear, especially after having time with each of them yesterday.

  I can’t settle for one.

  I want to be with both of them.

  I want to choose both of them.

  But how will they feel about that? And what will happen with the show?

  I stand quickly, suddenly anxious to talk to them. Walking to a desk tucked into an alcove in the wall, I pull out a pad of paper and a pen and scribble out two notes. Folding them up, I go to one of the confessional cameras, notes clenched tightly in my hands.

  I know what to do now. It’s all become clear.

  I sit in front of the camera and tell it that I think I’ve made my choice, waving my notes in front of it, finishing my confession with, “Now I just have to see what happens.”

  Then I hand the notes to a production assistant—Maya is nowhere in sight—and tell them it’s vital these messages are delivered to Tristan and Madden immediately.

  I’ve asked them both to meet me in the rooftop garden in one hour. Heading up to my room to shower and get ready, I feel confident in my decision.

  I just hope they understand and are on the same page.

  The Biggest Licker Season Update

  Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of T
he Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.

  Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. The season finale to the most exciting season of The Biggest Licker is underway and all across the world, people have just one question. What was in those notes?

  Chase: That’s right. Probably the biggest cliffhanger in the history of reality television just occurred as Megan held the notes and then waves them around for us.

  Nadia: Chase, you have to know what’s in those notes. I can’t believe you can’t say.

  Chase: Honestly, Nadia, I swear to you if I knew I would at least tell you. But not even the producers know what is going to happen. The notes were sealed when Megan sent them and maybe it was a sign of how into it that everyone has gotten but even the production assistants didn’t peak when delivering the messages. And they’re job is to bring everything to us first. But they want to see how this plays out as well.

  Nadia: You must have some idea.

  Chase: (pause) I do. But it’s just a hunch. I can’t be sure.

  Nadia: Well? Don’t just stand there. Tell me what the hunch is.

  Chase: You know I can’t do that on live TV. I can’t tell you that.

  Nadia: Make sure you tell me after we go off the air, then!

  Chase: I’m afraid I can’t do that either, babe.

  Nadia: Do you really want me to say those same words when you try to put that cock in my ass? Or when you’re trying to cum on my tits? Be very careful with your wording here, Mister.