36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  With my head back, I’m forced to arch my back and stick my ass out farther. My body is pulled into position, and Jason uses my hair as leverage to fuck me harder and harder until I’m crying out.

  I can’t lie down anymore, my body back in the proper doggy style position. He runs his other hand over my back, my ribs, my hips, caressing me. His name and other words tumble out of my mouth. I like it rough. I’ve never had it rough before, and Jason is showing me what it can be like. He’s taking what he wants. I want him to take more.

  Jason seems to know what I want. He pounds into me harder and harder. I arch my back as far as I can, his grip on my hair tight and unrelenting. I close my eyes and let the wave of ecstasy consume me.

  When he’s had enough, he lets got of my hair. I lean forward, gasping. He pulls out, and I feel his absence acutely. He runs his hands over my hips before he grips me. He flips me over, and I land on the springy mattress, rolling over so that I’m on my back.

  Jason’s face is tight with concentration. He looks serious. Jason takes my legs, hands on my shins, and he holds them together. He puts them up against his chest and over one shoulder. I’m pressed against him.

  I look at him, breathing hard. There is hunger in his eyes and something primal. My ass is lifted off the mattress enough for him to reach me, and he guides himself with his hand, pushing into me.

  I groan and feel him plunge deeper than before.

  He pumps in and out of me and fills me, stretches me, fucks me all anew where he’s stroked before and lights up my body with ecstasy.

  And he flips me right back around, pulling his cock out of my ass and then ramming it back into me! The overwhelming sensation of lust that washes over me when he makes me his personal fuck toy is like nothing else. Just as my body gets used to the fullness of him, Jason’s surprising me and stretching me more. I ache for everything he wants to do my body. I’m shivering around him, wonderfully caught up in the playful and filthy way that he fucks me.

  The intensity of his thrusts finally unleash another orgasm inside of me… And this orgasm, God, how do I even describe it? It’s just outside of the realm of everything I’ve ever experienced. It’s soft and fierce, it’s gentle and wild… And all that at the same time. It’s pleasure in its purest form, its raw intensity completely destroying my rational mind.

  Screaming so loud that my lungs might pop like balloons, I finally feel his cock throbbing violently inside my ass. A heartbeat later and I feel the warmness of his seed filling me up, his cum dripping out of my ass and going down to my pussy. Jason digs his fingers into my ass cheeks as he comes, growling with the intensity of his arousal.

  “Oh, fuck… This was…” He trails off, not finishing his sentence, and then slides his cock out of my ass. It pops out with a wet sound and, at the same time, I feel all of his cum streaming out of my ass. I look back at him over my shoulder, and the look of pure madness in his eyes makes me shudder; grinning, he then spreads my cheeks wide and leans into me with his mouth open wide.

  Crushing his mouth against my asshole, he then uses his tongue to lick it dry, sliding it inside of me and running it around in while circles. He scoops up all the cum that he offered me seconds ago and then, pulling back, he looks into my eyes again and just swallows.

  Exhaling sharply, he then throws himself back and collapses on the floor, laying flat on his back while his chest rises and falls fast. Turning around, I go to his side and lay down next to him; huddling against his body, one hand on his chest, I lean into him and press my lips against him, feeling the saltiness of his own cum in his lips.

  “I love you, Jason,” I gasp out, finding my breath.

  “I love you, Jennifer,” he replies with a smile that makes my whole body light up like fireworks.

  Epilogue

  Jennifer

  It’s crazy to think that some much has changed in the last three years. Our relationship has gone from strength-to-strength. No longer do we have to hide, especially now that we’re married. He popped the question in the middle of a game. His coach was more than willing for him to propose, but only if they won the game. They did that night, so in front of the whole college and opposing team, my name came up in flashing nights and I accepted his proposal.

  I’ve met the coach a few times, and he said that Jason’s grades had improved and it was all down to me. Maybe? Sometimes, I think that it’s because Jason doesn’t feel the need to party anymore. He loves studying during the week, practicing and then on the weekend, he’s all mine.

  I love the praise that I’m getting by changing Jason’s life around; mine was on hold for so long, it feels crazy being enrolled in the local college. But I had to do something with my life. I had the burning desire to study before and being with Jason gave me the encouragement to just go for it. I sold my old house. The one that I had so many painful memories of living with Tom and decided that I would start afresh. I needed to get rid of everything that was bad and start anew. I didn’t take one item from that house. I left everything in it, apart from clothes and Daniel’s baby pictures. He took his things, memorabilia's from when he was a kid, he took a lot less than I thought he would. I hated the idea that he had an unpleasant childhood. He reassured me as much as possible that I did the best that I could at the time. I just know that the future means that I’ll do an even better job. Sure, he’s older, but that’ll never stop me being his mom.

  The house sold in an instant, I wanted a quick sale, so I dropped the price just so that I could get on with my life.

  I didn’t use the money to sail around the world, or even go crazy and buy a new car. I used it to study interior design, and I love every second of it. I’ve even made some friends for the first time in my life. There are a couple of women, who like me have started to think about getting back to work now that their kids are in college. We get on well, and I love the idea of calling someone up during the week and just going out for a coffee if I don’t have any classes scheduled for the afternoon. It’s such a great feeling, one that I never thought I would possess until now.

  As for Carla, we still speak once in a while. She’s even come to visit us a few times, and we’ve done the same. But our friendship has changed for obvious reasons. I could never tell her about the times that I share with Jason behind closed doors and she never asks. We converse about mundane things. The type of things that I used to do with my other neighbors, and at times it saddens me that I’m doing it with her.

  Sometimes Daniel comes to visit. Jason told Daniel that Bethany was stalking him. He didn’t believe Jason at first until he saw the pictures on Bethany’s phone. That’s when he decided to break-up with her; it was obvious that Bethany wasn’t over Jason.

  Daniel’s met a nice girl in college. One that seems to have her head screwed on and I’ve even met her parents, so I think that after college they’ll be wedding bells in the air. He’s keen on her, and they seem to want the same things in life, which I think is a great foundation for a relationship.

  I can’t believe that Jason’s still not home. He went to a frat party and promised that he would only stay for an hour. He said that those sort of things didn’t interest him anymore. I just don’t want him to age before his time, the same way that I did when I married Tom. I became a wife and mother overnight, and I was only eighteen.

  “Babes, how long are you going to be?” I purr as he picks up the call.

  He sounds out of breath, “I’m on my way. Sorry, you know how it is?”

  I shake my head. “No, I don’t. Why do you sound out of breath? Are you running?”

  “I was to get into the car. The guys didn’t want me to leave. I told them one hour, and they made sure that I stayed a lot longer than that. I know that you have something special planned for tonight. I’ll be there soon. I promise.”

  I sigh. “You’ve got your key right?”

  He laughs, “But you’re at home. Why do I need my key?”

  “Because I’ll be waiting for you on the dinin
g table.”

  “Oh.”

  I giggle like a naughty school kid. “Yes. So make sure you have your key before it melts.”

  “Shit, I’m driving way past the speed limit now. You shouldn’t get me excited like this, especially when you know I’m driving!”

  I hang up, not wanting to say anything more about the surprise. I head into the dining room and carefully lay on the table. I apply the whipped cream in between my legs and the chocolate on my nipples and check that the glasses of champagne are on either end of the table. They say that there’s nothing better than a champagne cocktail filled with cum. I expect Jason to get a treat, not because it’s our anniversary, engagement, wedding or anything else. But just because I want to please him. In more ways than one.

  Dr. Single Dad

  Description

  The doctor is in.

  He's gonna inject me with his love medicine.

  And I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow.

  8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I've ever seen.

  All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.

  Too bad I can't have him.

  He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.

  Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and...taking my temperature.

  That's it. Eric may be the doctor.

  But it's time I make the house call. In his bed.

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  Elia

  I groan as my phone rings. It’s too early for people to be calling, but I roll over and slap my hand on my nightstand to reach for my phone to stop the noise. I squint an eye open so I can swipe the screen to accept the call, then roll over to lie on my side and press the phone to my ear.

  “Hello?”

  There’s a short silence. I hear Dana on the other line. “If you’re still asleep, you better get out of bed right now, Elia.”

  My eyes snap open and I sit upright. I move too fast and fall off my single bed.

  “I’m up! What time is it?”

  “It’s half past eight.”

  I stumble off the floor with my phone still in my hand. No wonder she woke me up.

  “I told you to make sure that you’re on time because I have a dentist appointment to go to today. Now I’ve missed it.”

  My heart thumps and I try to stop my racing thoughts and make words happen. “I’m awake now, let me get ready. Promise I’ll be there soon.”

  Dana pauses for a second and I wonder if the warning shot is coming or if I’ll get fired right on the spot. “Just come as soon as you can.”

  I try to feel relieved…but I’m still stressed out. I mumble out my gratitude and try to get my bearings. “Thanks. Sorry!”

  I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. I hop out as quick as I hopped in and grab some clothes, a dress with heels, and a jacket and scarf on my way out. Just as I’m about to leave, I remember my phone. I nearly forgot to take it.

  The stupid phone’s old and barely works, so my alarm didn’t ring. It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably why Dana called me. It’s a good thing she did, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to work at all because I’m exhausted, which seems to be a bad habit of mine lately.

  I run to the elevator. Luckily, it arrives fast and I run outside to start looking for a taxi. I could probably run all the way to work, if I wasn’t wearing heels. What the heck was I thinking? That’s the problem, I’m not thinking straight. My leg is bouncing up and down nervously and I’m chewing my lip like it’s my breakfast.

  I’m just about to give up when I see a cab coming. I breathe a sigh of relief and raise my hand to hail it. It stops on the curb. I climb in and give the driver the address.

  As I buckle up, I say, “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind stepping on it?”

  He waves his chubby fingers in the air and says, “Sure thing sweetheart.”

  As promised, he steps on the gas. The journey’s a few minutes and the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I rub my eyes and force myself to lean back in my seat and open my purse.

  I have my old phone and a Kindle. I bought the Kindle recently, and it’s the one luxury I’ve allowed myself in a while. Mainly because I’m crazy about reading. Besides, it’s in better shape than my phone.

  “Sorry, love. There’s a bit of traffic.”

  I peer out the window and see that he’s right. There’s traffic. And not a little, a lot.

  “Seems as if there was an accident or something?”

  Great. Just my luck.

  I can’t afford to be in a taxi, and the meter’s running while we’re stuck in traffic. I pull my Kindle out of my purse and select one of the three books I’m reading at the moment.

  “We’re here, love,” says the driver suddenly.

  Holy crap! Forty dollars for a taxi ride? When did that happen? I quickly go through my purse and pull the bills, and I hesitate handing them over. It feels as though I’m giving him my life savings.

  As I hand over the cash and thank the driver, I have a different sense of panic, thinking about the money I just spent. I could have bought a new phone. I can’t believe that it’s nearly ten and I’m even later than I thought I’d be from the time I woke up this morning. My body’s trembling as I stall outside the door. I know I’m wasting even more time.

  I glimpse inside the store, and suddenly my legs are moving fast to get me inside.

  I see Dana talking to someone in a suit. Normally, there’s no one interesting in the store. Certainly not a guy in a dark gray suit, with dark hair and attractive green eyes.

  I walk in, interrupting the conversation he’s having with Dana. “Good morning.”

  Dana stares at me. I’m not looking directly at her, but at the tall, dark-haired stranger in front of her. I’m drawn to him and flirting is second nature. When I realize that I’m blowing my boss off and my nerves went from shot to jumpy, I know at this point that I have to roll with it. So I stretch out my hand and say, “I’m Elia.”

  Instead of shaking my hand, the stranger raises my hand to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles. It sends a jolt through my body.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Elia,” he says, lips brushing my hand before he raises his eyes and smirks, probably at my blushing face.

  Dana seems kind of mesmerized by the strangeness of this moment, and it seems to keep her from firing me now. She looks at her phone and distractedly introduces the stranger. “Elia, this is the potential new owner. He’s buying the bookstore. Seeing as you’ve decided to show up for work, I’ll be heading off. You can work for a change. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  I don’t hear her. The only thing that’s on my mind is that this guy’s going to be my boss, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s flirting with me.

  Maybe working here isn’t so bad after all. I’m so embarrassed that Dana said all those things…worse that they’re sorta true. I do work hard, but I’ve just been so bummed lately. I don’t want this potential new owner to think, hey, fire this dipshit. If I could summon any energy, I’d worry about that more. But I’m staring into those emerald pools of his and trying to breathe normally and not project a serious case of ogling crazy eyes.

  Eric

  If this is what owning the bookstore means, then I’m glad that I’ve decided to make this investment. This newcomer, Elia, that just walked in a few minutes ago is gorgeous, and she’s flirting with me like crazy.

  I’m still holding her hand after I pressed my lips to it. She snatches it back. I almost laugh when she holds it tenderly against her chest, her face growing redder by
the second. Elia can’t seem to decide if she wants to be flirting with me or not, and I like the idea that she’s losing her self-control right now. That’s always a good effect to have on women.

  “What time were you supposed to start?” I ask. “I can see that Dana’s pretty frustrated, must have been a while ago.” I can’t help but tease her.

  “You’re looking to buy the place, huh?”

  I avoid her question, seeing as she avoided mine.

  “You must be more than a little late to just be coming into work.” I continue teasing her, making a serious face as best I can, though a smile is tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Or do you guys work in shifts? Because I’ve been here with your friend for more than an hour, and she’s been doing all the work on her own. Where have you been, Elia?” I emphasize her name just see the effect it might have on her.

  But she’s no longer flirting, crossing her arms now. She narrows her eyes at me for a second.

  “My alarm didn’t go off. My phone’s old and I should probably buy a new one since this isn’t the first time it’s happened. If Dana hadn’t woken me up, then who knows what time I would’ve got in!” Elia sounds exasperated, which is pretty much the worse thing to be when starting your workday. She shakes her head. “To make matters worse, there was traffic on the way.”

  “If you’d been here on time, then you wouldn’t have been stuck in traffic.” Yeah. I couldn’t help myself.

  She’s lost for words, momentarily.

  Elia looks adorable when she’s flustered but I should probably stop teasing her…soon. “I didn’t even know the store was for sale. Ryan never said that she was selling. How do I know that you’re buying it? You could be looking for bookstore secrets.” She waves a book at me.

  This girl just works in the bookstore, and she’s being challenging. More than the owner, Ryan, was when I made him an offer! Still, I love that she’s teasing me back at least. The whole refusing to answer questions thing, would is not a thing that would normally what would excite me, but everything about Elia has me intrigued.