36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Could I trust him? I don’t know, and I don’t care.

  My body doesn’t care. I want to feel his on mine if it destroys me, and knowing that I could maybe forget it all should I be able to get the taste of him out of my mouth.

  “Why don’t we find out?” That’s all I can say. I don’t want to worry about the truth or the consequences.

  I'm consumed by him. I don’t even understand what is happening. I just want him to touch me, and for one long night I could believe it was forever.

  “You can’t possibly know what you’re asking,” he says. I can tell he’s conflicted. He doesn’t want to fight against this.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  Emmaline

  The firm pads of his fingers sweep over my skin and I’m numb to anything but the whispering feel, coloring in the lines of sensation on my body that seem as though they don't exist anymore. I don’t care that this is wrong. It most certainly is wrong, and the fact that I don’t care should dredge up some worry. Instead I’m desperate for nothing but the sating of my desires. “Touch me,” I whimper. I need his hands on me. “Please?” I moan out, just the thought of him touching my pussy makes me want to melt.

  “I am touching you,” Ethan says, the corners of one side of his mouth turning up with a smug grin.

  I can’t take this now. He knows what he’s doing to me.

  “Touch my pussy,” I say quietly. The words shock me. The thrill that shoots through me shocks me even more. I can’t believe how bold I am.

  I see a blaze shoot through his eyes and his pupils dilate further, he leans almost unnoticeably closer. But as I’m so tuned into everything about him right now, I do notice.

  This man is so much more than some teacher-crush fantasy that haunts the occasional passing thought. He’s my obsession, consuming every spare moment and making me think nothing but thoughts of his hands on me. On my pussy.

  “I need to feel you there. I want you to touch me where no one else has,” I confess. My voice is husky, my mouth is dry, my throat is scratchy. These words don’t come easy. I need him to know what I need. I get the feeling that he wants me to be just as complicit, no matter the reality of the situation. He needs me to be as much as part in my defiling as he is.

  But maybe it just turns him on.

  The idea makes me bite my lip. I climb up on his desk. Fuck what the world thinks.

  Still, there’s that chance that I’m not going to get away with the only thing I’ve ever wanted so badly.

  And that’s the moment I know my soul is utterly damned, lost to me because if I get caught, I don’t give a fuck now. I want Ethan and it doesn’t matter if I get caught.

  I spread my knees apart an inch and rest back on my wrists.

  Ethan holds out two fingers and presses them between my knees, pressing them apart, and then he spreads me wide. His two fingers sweep up my thighs and slip into my thong. I’m sticky with lust and when his fingers touch me I shiver so hard I almost fall over. His other hand is on the small of my back, palm flat against me and holding me up. I know that he’s not going to let me fall.

  “I’ve got you, Emmaline,” he says, words an equal part his assurance of my wavering not going unnoticed — and it's a truth that rings out to both our ears. I’m trapped in the web of our lust. He has me now. I cannot escape.

  I don’t want anything more.

  His fingers stroke my pussy lips, slowly, sensually, so that I’m ready to cry out for more. But I don’t dare. I’m moaning, sucking in my lower lip, and watching his face. I can’t take my eyes off his face. He’s a whole new man like this. Ethan is already an imposing man but now he towers over me.

  His hands seem massive. Those two fingers are a huge invasion, and they’re only brushing over my skin. I can’t imagine the feel of them in me…and I can’t think of anything else. Those fingers sinking into me, God, they’d fill me up so much I might scream.

  Oh, fuck. I whimper aloud at the thought.

  I want him to fuck me. I do.

  But his cock…I felt a hint of it when he kissed me the first time. But how on earth will I ever be able to take that cock in my pussy? He must be so massive. I don’t even know if it's possible. And…despite not knowing much about sex, now I know that I desperately want that. I want to feel his enormous cock dragging me under and making me so lust filled I can’t breathe. I want him to sink his cock so deep inside me that I can’t think of anything and I’m screaming out.

  “You’re softer than I can stand, baby girl. That sweet pussy of yours must taste like a summer sunshine,” Ethan practically purrs.

  Taste? Oh God! The idea of his mouth on my pussy is so deliciously wicked I actually spread my legs a little more, something I didn’t think was possible.

  “You like that idea, Emmaline?” Ethan says my name and I shiver, nod. I want that more than I knew I could want something.

  He hooks his fingers in my thong and pulls them down so slowly. I’m shaking with need. My thighs are trembling; my bottom lip is quivering.

  Ethan looks at me with such warmth I think I might cry on the spot. “Are you okay?” His question is entirely genuine. “Listen, we don’t have to — “

  I don’t let him finish. “You misunderstand,” I say in a breathy voice. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m not afraid. I just need you so much,” I confess.

  Ethan

  There are parts of your life where you realize that you’re about to lose yourself to a choice. You’ll hear the words coming out of your mouth, see the situation at hand, and know what you’re supposed to do. What’s right.

  That’s how I knew this was the end of me.

  Because she thinks I’ll be able to fuck her sweet virgin pussy and then we’ll both pretend nothing ever happened, like this is an itch we can scratch.

  I know damn well that it isn’t. That we’ll be obsessed.

  And I don’t save her. Nothing is going to save her from me.

  But my cock won’t be denied, not when I listen to her tell me about how she wants to be able to give me her damn virginity and I’m about to fucking burst.

  I will fucking have her. Claim her. Make her mine. Emmaline is everything I need, everything I crave, and tonight she’s my prey. I’ll go in for the kill because I have to have her. She wants this. She wants it so damn much and I want to give it to her.

  “Want me too much? I don’t think that’s possible,” I breathe the words and that’s it, we’re both utterly damned. “Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and I sit in my leather wingback. “In front of me, here,” I point.

  Emmaline licks her lips, and slowly her trembling hands remove her clothes, casting them into a pretty little fabric heap on the floor. When she’s totally bare before me I look at every inch of her perfect soft skin and I ache to get my cock out and I want to fucking cum all over her body before I even fuck her. I need to claim her, possess her. I have to own her, body and soul. I want every pleasure that her body feels to belong to me.

  “I don’t do normal, not ordinary…when I fuck you, I want to own your body. Will you surrender to me?” I ask Emmaline.

  If she says no, if she doesn’t want this, it all ends here. I don’t want what she doesn’t want to give.

  Nude, her eyes hooded with lust, her hair swaying behind her in a curtain of chocolate waves, Emmaline steps toward me. “I want that. I want you. I’m yours,” she says, her voice going breathy at end of her sentence.

  “Good,” I say, barely able to contain my desire. I swallow. Twirling my index finger in the air, I nod.

  Emmaline obeys, already moving to get on her knees before me.

  She’s always such a good little princess, always so quick to obey. Her natural submissive tendencies make my cock nearly jump out of my pants. I ache to pull it out and ram it up her virgin pussy, the pussy she’s putting on display for me now. Only I have tasted her. Only she and I have fingered that pussy. And I need to be the only cock in her life. />
  For tonight.

  Well, that thought just urges me on further. I want to fuck her so good it ruins both of our lives, because I know that when I anchor myself in her, and we both cum, neither one of us will be any good for anyone else again. I ache to have her before me like this. I rest my palm flat on the small of her back. I see her nipples get stiffer, and a small shiver slides through her body but she doesn’t back away. Her pussy is shiny, it is so slick and wet for me.

  I run my hand down to her ass, cupping each cheek. Her porcelain, soft skin, is heated silk against my hand.

  “Emmaline, you’re so beautiful. I’m honored to be the first cock to enter you princess,” I tell her. I want to tell her that I want to be the last. But that’s not the arrangement, and that’s not the logical thing to do.

  Fuck, who am I kidding? Us fucking at all is not logical at all.

  But no way in hell am I not fucking her sweet, tight pussy. That perfect little pussy is mine.

  “If you want me to stop, then you need to say red,” I tell her, forcing myself to pull my hands off of her. I should have told her safe words before I put her in such a vulnerable position, but I got so caught up in the moment. Emmaline’s greatest danger is herself, because I lose control with her. I need to protect her, cherish her, own her, defile her…

  I walk around her, setting down before her. I tuck my finger under her chin. “If you need me to stop, red, and I stop and keep you safe. If you want me to slow down, to step back and let you get control of yourself again, you say yellow.” I look into her eyes. “Understood? Nothing you don’t want will happen to you, and if you want to stop, that’s that and we stop,” I repeat.

  “I understand, Ethan,” Emmaline nods. “Please, my body is yours. Show me everything that you want to do to me. All I want is you,” Emmaline says, her eyes staring into mine and daring for more.

  Okay, princess, you say those words to me, and you’re fully unlocking the beast trapped inside this man. The one who’s passion is all-consuming.

  I sit back in the chair and I put my hands back to her ass. “I’m going to spank you. I want to warm your body up and help you let go of everything that holds you back, that you’ve internalized and kept inside. It will start to hurt more before it feels better, likely, but it will be the most soul-cleansing thing you’ve ever experienced, if you truly want to give yourself to me. And if you don’t, then you say ‘red’, you say ‘yellow’ — I will never truly harm you, Emmaline,” I tell her.

  “I want this,” Emmaline says, and her voice is filled with lust.

  Her dripping pussy is sliding her juices down her thighs. I reach down and pull her body up closer to my face and lick from the middle of her thigh up to her pussy where the arousal crept.

  Emmaline shivers to my touch, trembling with need. I can’t hold back on this girl anymore. I need to give her everything I have, if only for tonight. I can’t imagine ever touching another woman after her. If this was my last ever fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s all I think about, all I want. I only feel alive when her scent is in the air around me, filling every void in my being with her. She’s my light in the darkness, and what makes me feel like I’m not alone anymore.

  And we’ve only got tonight.

  I bring down both of my palms to her ass, one on each cheek. She yelps, and I pause for a second to see if she’ll use a safe word. She doesn’t. I bring my hands down again and, to the same spot, and a little bit harder. Emmaline’s skin is getting hot to the touch, and there’s no hint of her telling me she wants me to stop.

  “I’m going to keep going. Let go and give yourself to me. The intensity may be, will be, overwhelming,” I tell her. I stroke her hair on her back, and I lean to kiss the small of her back.

  Then I slap my hands to her ass in that same reddening spot, again and again. She’s yelping now, and her pussy is so wet. I sink my teeth into one of her abused ass cheeks and I slide three fingers into her pussy. She’s achingly wet and I stretch her to accommodate my fingers fucking into her. Emmaline slides her ass back with me, fucking herself on my fingers and making it clear that she needs so much more.

  I lick her ass cheek where I bit her, and then I rub my palm there. Then I drag my fingers over her clit and bring her right up to an orgasm, and instead of denying her, I can’t do that to her now. I give her everything I can, pumping her pussy and working her clit. When the orgasm finally hits her, I sink my teeth into the other ass cheek and deepen the sensations.

  “Ethan, fuck, yes, god,” she cries out.

  Yes, Emmaline, say my name. “Cum hard for me, don’t hold back,” I command her.

  And she obeys beautifully. Her pussy is clamping around my fingers hard enough that they could break, and that’s what I want from her.

  When she comes down from the high, I get down on the floor with her and I kiss her on the lips, soft. “Sit up for me. Undress me,” I tell her.

  Breathlessly, she slides her body onto my lap and starts to unbutton my shirt. She’s such a sweet little kitten. Sitting on my lap. The way she obeys me. Emmaline is more than I could have ever hoped for, and I can’t believe that I’ll have to give her up after tonight.

  With my shirt off, she moves herself off my lap and undoes my pants.

  I stand and remove them, and she looks up at me from on her knees.

  Fuck, her in that position, I want to bury my cock in her mouth, feel those soft lips touch me like that, her soft tongue sweep over it. But I can’t do that right now. I need to be in her pussy. I lift her up and carry her to my leather chair. I know the cool feel of the leather against her ass is going make her body tingle and then I’ll slide my cock into her, a position that is not too deep to start. She’s never taken a cock before, and I’m enormous, so I’ll need to work her up to it.

  We’re on the accelerated schedule, but that means no blow job, not that I’m about to break her with my cock. Not like that, at least. I know she’ll be ruined for other cock once she’s had a taste of me. And that doesn’t make me feel smug right now. It makes me wish for more from us.

  Emmaline

  Ethan carries me to his chair and spreads my legs apart. The cool air on my wet pussy and the cool leather on my well-loved ass make me shiver but I keep my legs spread.

  His cock is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and sure I’ve only seen cocks on the internet, but, like, I thought they would be the bigger ones. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a sex toy that long and that wide. It is beautiful, like every inch of him. And there are a lot of gorgeous inches there.

  “I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll take this slow as we can, because it shouldn’t hurt, even with my size,” Ethan says. The concern on his face wars with the need pulsing through him.

  Ethan’s hands trail down my body. His hands slip lower, squeezing my ass and lifting me up, easily. Automatically, I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his waist and using the leverage to grind myself against his hard dick.

  Ethan groans, nipping at me my lips as I grind against him. I sway my hips faster, whipping both of us deeper into the frenzy of lust.

  “Fuck,” Ethan says.

  “I want you so much,” I whimper.

  “You have no idea how much I need you,” Ethan says. The truth ringing out in his voice reverberates through my body like the electric current sparking between us.

  I wiggle myself on him, and instead of pushing me back into the chair, Ethan leans forward and holds me against his chest. I feel manhandled and worshiped all at once like some kind of revered fuck toy, and I love it. He slides me down on his cock, slowly sliding just the head of himself into me. I tremble, but I want this. I feel him stretching me and I gasp out.

  “More, please, more, I can’t wait,” I beg. I don’t realize I am saying it until Ethan is already reacting. He pulls me down on him, his huge cock filling every inch of me and making me cry out. He eats my cries, kissing me hard and swallowing every sound with his own possessive growl over my mouth.
The kiss is bruising, passionate, and intense. I feel him pour every ounce of himself into me and I return the same amount of need and longing into him.

  “You’re mine,” Ethan whispers into my mouth. I can’t believe the words I’m hearing, and they’re so faint that I don’t know if he meant to say that when I broke the kiss, gasping for air. There’s something so utterly possessive about Ethan, and it speaks to everything in me. His mouth closes over mine again, and he grabs both of my hands.

  Ethan brings us to the ground and he holds my hands over my head. He lifts up, squeezing my hands and stroking his cock back and then sliding into me again, thrusting deep and hard. The sensation of him filling me up, stroking within me and touching places no one and nothing has ever been makes my eyes roll back in their orbits.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. I need him so much and I’m aching for this. How can I be getting everything I need and then craving it so much, craving more? I’m weak, desperate for more, rolling my hips while I’m pinned beneath him. Ethan’s mouth releases mine, and he moans against my jawline before he starts to nibble down my neck. His tongue licks the sweat from my breasts and his mouth closes over one of my nipples. My back arches to meet him, to draw every bit of me that can be Ethan’s into him. I want his cock deep inside me. I want his mouth all over my breasts. I need him, skin against skin, soul against soul.

  Ethan’s hands pull down my body and he tucks his arm beneath us and holds onto me, pulling me tight against him and pressing us completely together. We’re so tangled up, my legs lifting higher and wrapping around him, that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. Glistening with sweat and toned, muscular, the sight of Ethan takes my breath away. This incredible man wants me. He claims my body as much with the smoldering lust in his eyes as he does with his wide cock stretching me and filling me up.