36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  I rocket off to the moon for all I care, being loud and cumming hard as I can. That driver definitely knows what we’re doing, but I’m not really thinking about that right now.

  I’m thinking about how much I want Ethan's cock deep inside me. That’s where I want to cum. When I finally come down for a second, I see Ethan again as I open my eyes. Only when we make eye contact does he slide his fingers out of my pussy and into his mouth. I see them, glazed with my pearlescent arousal, and I like knowing that my cum is in his mouth. He kisses me, my cum coating his tongue, and I taste his mouth and my lust all at once.

  I’m almost painfully aroused right now. The pressure in my stomach has just started and I’m aching for more release, more Ethan. I need him. I need his arms wrapped around me and I need his cock inside me.

  I feel the car stop, and Ethan breaks the kiss to open the door. He unbuckles me and pulls me out of that car, slinging me over his shoulder. I think I actually see the driver laugh for a second, but I’m a little distracted. When a sexy guy throws you over his shoulder, you get to look at his butt.

  What a fine ass it is, too. As soon as we’re in the house, he puts me down at the door. We’re both desperate for each other, but I need to see Ethan, naked before me. He’s so gorgeous that I only fear death because it means I’ll never see him naked again. Ethan, naked, hard, and looking at me like he wants to devour me is my exact sexuality. That’s what I crave, what I need, he’s everything that I’ve ever wanted in one perfect package of intelligent and physical perfection.

  He presses me up against the door, but I put my palm on his chest to stop him. He already has a hand trailing up my thighs.

  “Em, I need you,” Ethan says, his voice dark and thick with lust. I almost want to follow where that raw power and intensity in him goes, and be coy, but I need him too damn much to play games.

  “I need to see you. Naked. I want to see that perfect body before it crushes me against it. I want to see you everywhere, touch you everywhere,” I say, and I realize that I’m reaching out and grabbing his cock.

  “Oh, I need you too, baby. You do your clothes and I’ll do mine,” Ethan says, his breathing ragged.

  If we don’t fuck soon, we’ll probably die. That’s how bad we need each other.

  I start on my dress and step out of it, then pull off my thong. As I’m unhooking my bra, I decide that there is a little bit of tease in me right now, and I bolt to the library.

  Ethan follows quickly behind me, leaving a mess of clothes behind him. I get right to his big leather wingback chair and lay myself over the arm, pressing my ass up into the air.

  “Goddamn, good thing I’m not any older and I’m in such good shape, because that heart-shaped ass bent over my chair would give me a fucking heart attack,” Ethan says, his hands firmly gripping my hips.

  I’m turned around so that I can look at every inch of him, and he’s pure sculpted perfection. I turn around and hold onto the chair as much as I can, though, because I’m dangling off the edge and I need to hold tight.

  Because as soon as I turn, Ethan starts running the length of his cock through my bare, exposed pussy.

  I cry out, the intensity of the sensation already so overwhelming. My legs are shaking.

  Ethan's fingers dig into my hips and I crave that possessive touch. It makes me wild, over the edge of just fucking. When Ethan fucks me, he claims me. I couldn’t have it any other way. I crave him.

  “My pussy is only yours, always, Ethan,” I moan out the words.

  “Yes, and my cock is all yours, Emmaline, and I’m going to fuck you like I own you. I crave you, princess. Do you want that? You know I love you, but I need you so goddamn much I might explode if I don’t bury myself so deep in your pussy right now.”

  Fuck, I need Ethan more than anything in the world. When he talks about how he needs me, I basically melt. “Look how wet my thighs are. I can feel myself dripping, I need you so bad,” I tell him.

  I don’t have to wait any longer, because Ethan rams his cock deep into my pussy, right to the hilt. His enormous cock fills me up, and I feel my body stretching to accommodate him. “Fuck you are so wet, so tight, Emmaline. I love fucking you. I love you,” Ethan says between thrusts, slamming in and out of me so hard.

  I keep my ass up in the air despite the furious way he’s thrusting into me. I take it all. I want to take it all. I need to. In all the ways that Ethan craves me, I crave him.

  “I’m yours, Ethan, I’m yours!” I cry out, needing him to know just how much I want to be his.

  “Yes,” Ethan growls, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know that they’ll bruise. I want to see the reminder of how much my man needs me, painted purple against my skin the shape of his fingertips. I need his hands, his cock, his mouth…he’s the air I breathe. “I love you so goddamn much,” Ethan says, slamming his cock deep into me again and again.

  I feel my pussy getting so wet, dripping even more the way that Ethan is fucking me so hard. My nipples are brushing against the leather of the chair in a delightful way as Ethan slams into me again and again. My pussy is shivering around him, my body trembling, and I keep my ass up.

  One of Ethan's hands reaches around to grab my throat and I’m shattered with lust. He grips me, his cock rock hard inside me.

  “Yeah, cum for me, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his fingers wrapping around my throat. His other hand releases my hips to smack my ass, and that’s my undoing. He spanks me hard and the vibrating sensation sends tremors through my body. My pussy quakes around his cock, strangling it with the fury of my orgasm. I feel like I would float away it not for Ethan's hard cock slamming into me, impaling me long and thick and hard.

  Ethan releases his grip and flips me over, pulling my body up against his and holding me up in the air. One hand returns to my neck and the other circles my waist, and I haven’t finished one orgasm before another is thundering through me. I watch his sensual face, his incredibly strong arms, and I can’t believe he’s holding me up and fucking me. I bring my shaking legs around him, wrapping tight and locking my ankles together. I get enough leverage to thrust with him and I lean forward to take his lower lip into my mouth, sucking it in and needing to taste him.

  My lips close over his and he moans into my mouth. His rock hard cock slams into me and I feel the cum spurting from his cock and filling me up. My sticky thighs get slicker with my arousal and my thundering orgasm meeting his own. We spill all over me, cumming and fucking together. We’re both sweat slicked and desperately slamming into each other, pussy to cock, hips to hips. I smash my breasts against the wall of his chest. I take my lips along his jawline, peppering insistent kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He sits us down in the chair and grabs my ankles, pulling them up to the top of the chair. I have to stop kissing him to scream from how deep his cock slams into me. I think I’m going to be split in half, his cock is sliding so deep inside me. I’m cumming so hard that if Ethan didn’t hold the small of my back and cradle my head, I would probably shake right onto the floor and look like I was having a seizure, that’s how hard I’m cumming now.

  Ethan keeps fucking into me so deep that my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I cum so hard I think I’m going to black out from desire.

  “God, I want to fucking bury myself in you and never find my way out,” Ethan says, his lips on my neck. He pulls us down to the floor, lying us down on his fancy rug we’re going to cover in cum and sweat. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and drives into me with long strokes, again and again. I crave this, how completely he fucks me.

  “I love you so damn much, Ethan. Never stop loving me,” I cry out, shaking for him and putting my arms out. He sways down, swooping me into his arms. He cums, hard, when I touch him, and he fills me up completely with his cock and slams every drop of himself inside of me.

  Both covered in sweat and shuddering in orgasm, he pulls me against his chest and holds me against him. I listen to his heartbeat. Feel his
hands stroking my hair, rubbing my back. I’m so perfectly content right now.

  “I love you,” Ethan says, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight in his arms. “You belong to me,” he says, soft as a prayer, keeping me tight against him.

  “I’m yours,” I say before I fade into sleep, so perfectly exhausted.

  My Son’s Best Friend

  Jennifer

  I curl up with my Kindle at home, and it seems to be the same every day. My only enjoyment is this time of night when my son, Daniel, is out is being alone in bed with my Kindle. Reading filthy, steamy novels is the only thing to keep me going these days because I get to escape for a moment and enjoy a whole new, filthy world.

  Especially my latest download, 12 Inches. The idea of a 12 inch cock makes me so wet reading about it. Aidan Stone talks dirty and has an even dirtier mind; I love it. But as soon as I finish the book, I know that it’s back to reality.

  My reality.

  The goal of getting away from my parents led me to a marriage that they set up; I figured I could escape and that being married was going to to be a damn dream come true. Instead, I had a husband who’s parents had also wanted to be able to get him a wife.

  Tom, my now deceased husband and father of my son, Daniel, didn’t want a wife. He confided in me after the first — and last — night we had sex that he was gay.

  I’ll never forget how he begged me not to tell anyone; Tom begged me to stay married to him because it mattered to his parents.

  I cared for Tom, even if it wasn’t love, and when I discovered I was pregnant, that was that. Now I live through my Kindle because I’m a mom, and I’m alone.

  I still remember how my parents set me up with my husband. They introduced me to Tom. He was sweet, hardworking and his town was bigger than ours. Just slightly bigger, but it was enough for me to agree to marry him because I could practically smell freedom. Tom and I went out on a few supervised dates, and after Dad saw me talking to Nick, the son of the local bike store owner because I always had eyes for much badder boys that Tom.

  It was clear that I was living in prison and I needed a way out, and Tom really did seem sweet. I didn’t realize he was living in his own prison, and for the sake of our son Daniel, we decided to stay trapped together.

  I have a wonderful son. I’m not complaining. I’m just telling you now because I want you to understand how much I need my Kindle romance novels!

  Daniel is a wonderful son and he enriches my life. Maybe without him, I would have left Tom a long time ago, I don’t know. I thought about leaving Tom, but that would mean giving up our nice home. Nice things. Everything that made Daniel feel like he had a home and a stable life. The idea of going out there and having to do everything on my own felt too much of a burden to me if it would mean that I would be tearing apart my son’s life. For Daniel’s sake, I gave up my other chances at happiness. I gave up my sexual needs to stay with Tom. I wonder if some part of me died from the moment I made that decision and I just don’t know if I’ll ever be truly happy.

  Daniel’s eighteen and I would always say that I said the moment he goes to college, I would leave too, but I never did. I promised myself that by the summer. By the time Daniel finished his first year at college, I’d be brave and do it. I’d leave my gay husband and stop living in his secret because I started to realize that Tom let me stay home and parent while he went out and did absolutely anything he wanted.

  I am only thirty-six and I’m dying to be more than I am. But Tom beat me to ever getting free. He died on top of a male prostitute in Vegas three months ago.

  Tom was sleeping with everyone and anyone at the time. Maybe the older he got, the more he felt frustrated in the marriage. He had nothing to feel frustrated about like I was! He was having sex. I only had my secret fantasies while reading my Kindle.

  Everything about my life’s dead, and I want to change it.

  I sit up thinking about where to start on my new adventure. There’s only one thing that I need to happen before I make my final decision.

  My phone rings, and it takes me out of my unhappy thoughts.

  “Hello. Is thisJennifer?”

  I recognize the voice immediately. It’s my lawyer, Frank. He must be calling me about the probate.

  “Yes, sorry I was miles away. I was just taking a nap.”

  God, I sound as if I’m seventy-six and not thirty-six. A nap at this time of day. That’s what happens when you have no job prospects. No child to take to school. Nothing to keep you in that routine. The one that you had when at least your child was at school.

  He says, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called so…”

  I interrupt him before he looks at the time and realizes that it’s only four in the afternoon. “How can I help you, Frank? I suppose you’re calling about the probate.”

  He clears his throat. “Sorry it took so long. It took a while to find the updated will and then there were some issues about the way that Tom died too and his health insurance.”

  I nod my head thinking about the little boxes they made us tick when we took out the new policy. I’ve been hoping that the autopsy can show that Tom had some decency and practiced safe sex. Otherwise, Daniel will be at college and I’ll be left homeless. Eighteen years in a loveless and sexless marriage for nothing!

  “Well, I’ll get to the point, so that you can get on with…everything’s in order. The insurance is going to pay out, and the house will be paid in full. You’ll be a very rich woman, Jennifer, in the next few weeks.”

  I sigh. “Thank God. I was worried that the insurance policy wouldn’t pay out after they found out the events that caused Tom’s death.”

  He chuckles. “Never mind about all that, just think about your freedom. You’ll have enough money to sail around the world. Especially now that Daniel’s in college. I hope that you enjoy it. You deserve it after the shock that you’ve been through lately.”

  I nod my head; I don’t know what upset me more, the idea that Tom was dead or the idea that everyone knows Tom’s secret. Even family friends such as Frank. He knows why we never had more than one kid. He knows why Tom was always traveling and that it wasn’t always for business. If anything it was for pleasure. I’d turned a blind eye for so many years thinking that Tom was a good man. A good father. His sexual preference was something that I could live with, by the time I’d decided that I couldn’t take it any longer, he’d left not only this marriage but this world.

  I had time to cry, to grieve, but the tears never came, because my life had been a lie and the realization of that came the moment he died. No longer did I have to keep his dirty secret. His parents knew the truth, and the only thing they could say about it was, “Please don’t tell anyone how he died.”

  I agreed to it, because I wanted this chapter of my life over. I wanted it to be buried along with Tom.

  “Thanks for calling, Frank. I’ll come to your office and sign the necessary paperwork.”

  “Whenever you’re ready. Good night, Jennifer.”

  He's being polite because it’s not exactly evening.

  As I curl up in my bed, I should want to scream and run around the bedroom and shout out about my new found wealth and freedom, but I curl up once more with my Kindle because the story I’m reading is so much better than my reality. Now I’ve got freedom and I can do whatever I please, but I’m alone. At least with my stories I can enjoy myself, because I can’t seem to let the reality of my coming freedom sink in enough to really enjoy what my life is going to be.

  Jason

  I run my fingers gently up Bethany’s entrance, wondering what her slickness is going to feel like around me and thinking about the way she is going to sound when I am fucking her. That is why I texted her to tell her that I was on my way home. I wanted my ex-girlfriend to be in my bed waiting for me.

  I knew that Mom went to work at this time so the house would be free and Bethany could scream as loud as she wanted. Bethany didn’t even bother to wear underwear
; she is naked from the moment I open my bedroom door.

  She sent me a message saying that my mom let her in. I bet Mom wasn’t happy about that, but I’m in college now. Mom can’t keep treating me like a kid, besides Bethany and I used to date before I went to college. It’s only my first year, but I made it clear that I wasn’t looking to have a long distant relationship and Bethany complied. I know why she did. She has the delusion that I’ll decide to come back for her. The only good thing about coming back home is meeting up with my neighbor and best friend, Daniel, and fucking Bethany.

  Bethany shifts against me as her breath becomes short and sharp as I start to play with her pussy, running the head of my cock through her swollen pussy lips. I want to prolong fucking her, because I don’t know that I’ll be so quick to call her again. Maybe the town’s changed, and there are other options. Girls that don’t have the delusion of a wedding ring in three years’ time, but they like to fuck. Fucking is the only reason I called Bethany, but I’m not sure that she understands that I just want casual sex even though she agreed to it, in theory. My cock’s going to go limp if I carry on fucking with a guilty conscience and thinking about how she’s planning our honeymoon and shit. I play with her, to draw it out further still. I had a long car ride coming home, and I want to make sure that I make up for the lost time. I’m so fucking hard that I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I decide not to any longer as I get the condom from my back pocket. I didn’t even bother to take off my clothes when I saw Bethany naked; I just got out my cock.

  With the condom safely tucked on my cock, I take off my shirt and then lay on top of her. She’s spread out on my bed. I seize her hips and slam into her. She doesn’t resist because she’s ready for me. We both cry out as my cock enters her in one single thrust. Her body rocks forward against mine, and her hands curl onto my back.

  “Damn! I’ve missed you, Jason.”

  Not the words that I want to hear. She nearly makes me regret calling her because I don’t want to hear those words.