24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Ah, forget about that shit,” Logan says happily, waving his hand at Anders. “It’s in the fucking past. And, besides, you were just looking after Lana. I would've done the same.”

  “But --”

  “Seriously, no fucking buts. Right now, we need to celebrate!” he cries out with a grin, taking the bottle to his lips once more.

  “That’s right … a little celebration is in order,” I agree, walking up to Logan and taking the bottle out of his hands. I place it back on the table and, next to it, I set down my glass. “But I was thinking we could do something other than drinking … if you know what I mean,” I continue, lowering my voice until it becomes a lustful whisper.

  “Oh, I know what you mean alright,” Anders laughs, setting his glass next to mine and then taking his hands to my waist. “And I happen to agree with you.”

  “That makes it three of us then,” Logan says, joining the fray.

  “Good,” I purr, biting on my lip and looking at Logan. “Because I’m really in the mood for something … hard. I want you two to use and abuse me.”

  “That’s something we can definitely do,” Anders replies, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.

  “Then do it,” I whisper back at him. “Because right now… I want it rough.”

  “Oh, the lady wants it rough?” Logan laughs, his voice making a shiver of anticipation climb up my spine. “We can definitely do rough,” he continues, closing the distance between him and I, and stealing me from Anders’ embrace. Then, placing his hands on my waist, he pushes me back until the backs of my knees meet the couch, and then he forces me to sit down. “Right now, you belong to us, Lana. You and your body,” he whispers, a note of delicious depravity and dominance tainting each and every one of his words.

  Standing up by Logan’s side, Anders then leans into me and grabs the front of my dress. Without saying a single word, he just pulls it from opposite sides and rips it apart, the naked skin of my chest and bra coming into sight. Logan joins him in a heartbeat and together, the two of them simply tear the dress off my body and turn it into tatters.

  I sit there on the couch, looking up at them and wearing only my La Perla lingerie, and I feel my pussy becoming as wet as the Pacific ocean. I can see it in their eyes; this time they aren’t just going to fuck me. They’re going to ravish me; they’re going to demolish my pussy and my sanity … and I simply can’t wait for it.

  Without a sound that almost sounds like a growl, Logan goes down to his knees in front of me and, placing his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide. I part them, allowing him to fit his body in that space, and he dives into me in a heartbeat. Taking his open mouth to the wetness between my thighs, he presses his lips against my drenched thong and starts sucking on my pussy over the fabric.

  I tangle my fingers in his hair as he does it, pulling him into me and thrusting against his face, and that just makes him suck harder. While Logan is focused on my pussy, Anders places his hands in the space between the couch and my back and finds the clasp of my bra; undoing it in a hurry, he then yanks my bra off and flings it to a far off corner. He then climbs on top of the couch and, kneeling there, he leans into me and grabs both my tits, squeezing them eagerly.

  Taking one hand off of Logan’s head, I grab Anders' hair and pull him into me; he parts his lips at once and goes straight for my right nipple, wrapping his lips around it and lapping at my rosy tip with his tongue.

  I close my eyes and moan, succumbing to the way they work me with their mouths. I press my back against the couch and take deep breaths, trying to remain conscious enough to enjoy the moment. It’s harder than it seems; let me tell you that. When two men like them are pleasuring you like this … Fuck, it’s a struggle to keep in control of my mental faculties; my body just seems like a puppet, and the one pulling the strings is none other than my instinct.

  “Let’s get this out of the way,” I hear Logan say from between my thighs, and then I feel him curling his fingers over the hem of my thong. Before I can prepare for it, he just pulls the fabric against my outer thigh and rips it off me, completely ruining another one of my La Perla thongs. God, I gotta start buying cheaper lingerie, or else these two are going to be my financial ruin.

  The moment the thong is off my body, Logan returns his attention to my pussy; but now that there’s no barrier between his mouth and my wetness, his hunger seems to have doubled. When he presses his lips against my clit, he presses against it with his tongue and starts sucking hard on it, almost as if he wanted to suck my soul through my clit. Sure, it might sound absurd, but just because you never had a man eating you out like Logan’s doing right now.

  I know, I know… I’m bragging. But what the hell, I’ve earned the right to brag! After two weeks of desperation and tears, I’ve finally emerged victorious, and I think that allows me a bit of leeway, wouldn’t you say?

  “That’s so… Oh, God, so good…” I moan as Logan’s lips fall from my clit and he focuses on my folds. Tilting his head sideways, he sucks my inner lips into his mouth, running his mouth up and down their length as he scoops up my fluids with the tip of his tongue.

  “You’re really chatty, aren’t you?” Anders suddenly says, and I turn to him just in time to watch him stand up on the couch next to me, his crotch dangerously close to my face. “Maybe it’s time you do something else with your mouth,” he tells me with a grin, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down.

  As I watch his cock throb under the dark fabric of his boxer briefs, I simply can’t restrain myself and I reach for it and tug it down. His cock springs free immediately and slaps the back of my hand; I try to grab his cock, but Anders is faster than me.

  Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulls my head toward him while, with his other hand, he grabs his own cock and angles it down. Next thing I know, I’ve opened my mouth wide and his twelve inches are already rolling down my tongue, only stopping when they hit the back of my throat.

  I close my eyes and let a moan tickle the back of my throat as Anders starts thrusting, rocking his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth while Logan devours my pussy.

  And when I say devour, I really mean it. The way Logan’s eating me out right now… God, where do I even start? He flicks his tongue at my inner lips with the expertise of a man who has lived a thousand lives, and now he has his thumb pressing down on my clit as well. Tongue, lips, and fingers—that’s how he drives me to the brink of an orgasm.

  Grabbing Logan’s hair with both of my hands, I pull him into me with all my strength while I thrust my pussy against his face, rubbing my wetness against his mouth. Matching my fiery movements, he starts working on my clit and pussy even more furiously, and that orgasm finally takes over me.

  Slight spasms make my pussy lips tremble and twitch, and I wrap my lips so tightly around Anders’ cock that he even stops thrusting and simply slides his whole inch out of my mouth. The moment he does it, I throw my head back against the couch and let a loud scream explode from my lips.

  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I yell, still swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy against Logan. “I want more!” I continue, losing all semblance of control.

  “Oh, there’s more. So much more,” Anders says, climbing down from the couch and kicking off his shoes. Stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs, he then takes off his shirt and looks at me with the kind of look that says I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll leave this room in a fucking wheelchair.

  That might not be romantic, but hell … it’s just so arousing.

  “Oh, yeah. There’s a lot more to come,” Logan says after taking his mouth off of my pussy and looking up at me with that wicked grin of his, his lips and chin glistening, and beads of my cum dripping down his skin. “C’mere,” he tells me, grabbing my hand and forcing me to stand up. The moment I’m on my feet, he turns toward me and undresses in a hurry, his shirt and pants leaving his body faster than I can let out a sigh. Then he switches places with me and takes over the
couch; lying down, he pulls me after him.

  Instinctively knowing what he wants, I climb on top of his naked body and straddle him on reverse, my pussy facing his mouth, and my mouth facing his cock. I love this position; there’s just something so sinful and intimate about it. It makes me feel exposed while, at the same time, it just awakens that relentless depravity inside of me.

  Hooking his thumbs on my hips, he pulls me into him and I let myself go, crushing my pussy against his face. The moment his lips touch my pussy, he starts jabbing at my insides right away. Matching his moves, I grab his cock and gobble it up in a fraction of a second, only stopping when my lips brush against the skin around the base of his monstrous cock.

  I start a coming and going motion, my head flying up and down as my lips roll over the length of his shaft, and I do it even faster as Logan continues eating me out. Then, to top it all off, I feel the couch pads shifting as Anders kneels right behind my ass. He takes his hands to my ass cheeks and gives them a hard squeeze, and that right before he just spreads them wide.

  I don’t even have the time to react. He just leans forward and brushes the tip of his tongue up the length of my ass crack, stopping right on my asshole. He licks it harshly, crushing his mouth against my ass, and then simply takes his index finger there and starts sliding it into me. Without even pausing to let me catch my breath, he starts fingering me right away, and that just makes me lose it.

  Raising my head, I let Logan’s cock pop out of my mouth and let out another scream, this time one that sounds more like a roar than anything else. The sound of it is so primal and intense that I even feel my skin prickling.

  A second later and I feel a knot on my throat, a heaviness sinking into my stomach as electricity starts crackling under my skull. My eyelids droop and I place my hands on Logan’s ankles to push myself up; sitting on his face, I grab my tits and give them a hard squeeze as I start to cum, my whole body feeling as if I’ve just been dipped into the oil inside of a frying pan.

  By the time the orgasm has washed over me, I have locks of hair plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat stinging my eyes and falling down my back. Taking a deep breath, I slide my body off Logan’s and sit down on the couch, leaning back and preparing myself for the main course. Because, as exhausted as I am right now, I’m always ready for the main course, especially when the main course is twenty-four inches long.

  “Come here,” Logan says, curling his fingers around my wrist and pulling me into him. Surprised by his quickness, I let my body fall on top of his once more and I straddle him, except this time I’m facing him. “I want your tight pussy, Lana.”

  “This pussy?” I tease him, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my pussy lips. “Why don’t you come and get --” I start to say, but he shuts me up real quick by placing his hands on my waist and pushing me down while he thrusts up at the same time. His cock parts my inner lips in a hurry, and his twelve-inches fly deep inside of me before I can even let out another scream. The tip of his cock seems to crash against my G-spot, and it feels as if my spine has turned into a tower engulfed by flames.

  God, I’m almost delirious right now.

  Leaning forward, I rest the palm of my hands and then start riding him fast and hard. My hips sway back and forth over his cock, and I close my eyes as I surrender to the way he matches every single movement of my body, driving his cock deeper into my pussy. He’s grabbing my ass at the same time, squeezing my cheeks, and then he cranes his neck and simply crushes his mouth against mine; parting my lips with his tongue, he ignites something inside me and our kiss turns into something feverish and almost violent.

  I’m so lost in Logan’s kiss that I don’t even notice Anders kneeling behind me and between Logan’s legs. He just moves there, almost stealthily, and the next thing I know, he has his hands on my hips and the tip of his cock pressed tight against my asshole. Oh, God, here we go again: another wild ride at the twenty-four inches amusement park.

  “I can’t get enough of your ass,” Anders says as he starts sliding his whole cock inside of me. I stop moving as he does it, holding my breath and gritting my teeth, and I only resume the swaying motion of my body when his whole twelve-inches are inside of me.

  To be honest, though, even though I’m swaying my hips… I’m barely moving. It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s just that with their cocks filling my ass and pussy at the same time, I don’t have lots of room to maneuver in. Not that it matters, anyway; they have both taken charge of the situation, and their cocks are working furiously to compensate my stillness.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat over and over again, just like a broken record. It seems I can’t get my brain to function properly, but it’s not like that’s priority number one right now. The priority, as it always is whenever I’m inside a room alone with Anders and Logan, is to enjoy the moment… and fuck as much as I can for as long as I can. Hey, don’t judge; it might not sound good, but trust me when I tell you that it feels amazing.

  “That’s exactly what we’re doing, babe,” Logan laughs, placing one hand behind my neck and pulling me toward him. I bend over, offering Anders a better angle to fuck my ass, and my lips meet Logan’s. We kiss once more, and this time we don’t break apart, we just keep on kissing as the two of them fuck me, and I even forget to stop breathing.

  I only come up for air when my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop and, then again, I only do it because I’d just collapse otherwise. Ah, the limitations of the human body.

  “I want you to … cover me … in your cum …” I tell them as they ram their cocks into my holes, their movements growing more frantic as I speak. “I want it, I want it bad,” I continue, not even knowing what I’m saying. Forget about sanity and rationality; madness and lust are behind the steering wheel this very moment. But so what? If there ever was a moment for that, that moment is now.

  “That can be arranged,” Logan whispers, and that’s when Anders thrusts so hard that fireworks simply go off inside my skull. Bright colors light up the back of my eyelids and, for a few seconds, I become momentarily blind. My pussy chokes Logan’s cock like a vice, and I feel that heavy pressure weighing down on me as if I had the whole world on my shoulders. Then that weight simply vanishes and, in its place, a wild and raging shot of ecstasy makes its way into my veins.

  I press my forehead against Logan’s chest, but this time I don’t even moan or scream. I simply quiver as my whole body twitches and trembles, almost like as if I were having a seizure. My eyes are rolling, my breathing is ragged, and I feel on the verge of losing consciousness, and I really mean it.

  Somehow, though, I manage to hold onto consciousness.

  “Now, let’s make that wish of yours come true,” I hear one of them say, but I’m still so dazed that I can’t even make up to whom that voice belongs.

  Anders starts thrusting again, that viciousness back to the movement of his hips, and all it takes are just a few strokes for his cock to start pulsing harshly against my inner walls. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slides it off my ass and then I feel thick ropes of cum landing on my shoulders and dripping down my back. I look back at Anders over my shoulder, watching as he remains knelt behind me, stroking his cock and gushing his load over my back and ass, the strands flying from the tip of his cock in a wide arch.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Logan suddenly says and, moving fast, he pushes me back. I sit on the couch between both men as Logan kneels opposite to Anders, and then their cum rains down on me. I turn my head up and grin, my eyes closed as I slide down from the couch to the floor; then they stand up, grabbing their cocks and stroking them to the last drop.

  I remain kneeling on the floor until they empty their loads over me. My face is completely covered in their gooey seed, and I feel heavy beads of semen sliding down the rising curve of my breasts. Both my chest and back are a mess, and I simply can’t help but start moving my hands back and forth over my skin. I smear their cum all over my skin, my finger
s sliding up from my stomach and onto my tits, my nipples slippery from the heavy layer of semen that coats them.

  “Oh, that’s it,” I laugh, throwing my head back and opening my mouth. The moment I do it, they point their cocks there and fill me up to the brim, the warmness of their seed coating my tongue, the saltiness of it making me feel lightheaded for a minute. “This is perfect,” I say, the words coming out harsh and rough; I mean, it’s not easy to speak when your mouth is brimming with cum.

  “I wanna share,” I continue to say, and even though the words come out of my mouth all messed up, they understand what I want. They kneel, each man on either side of my body, and then they lean into me at the same time. Each one of them focuses on one corner of my mouth, our three tongues dancing and fighting over the slow flowing river of cum that’s dripping out of my mouth right now.

  Turning to Logan, I then suck on his tongue before doing the same with Anders. Then, looking from one to the other, I simply swallow up all of the cum inside my mouth and offer them one of the most happy and satisfied smiles of my life.

  Why? Because I’m whole again.

  “I love you. I love you so much,” I whisper, softly laying my hands on top of theirs.

  “I love you too,” they repeat in one voice, and their words wrap themselves around my brain like a warm blanket. I look at them, enjoying the way they lips glisten from their own cum, and the way they’re looking at me right now.

  They’re looking at me not as if I were the only woman in the world, but as if I was the only right woman. And, really, that’s saying something.

  And to think that this whole thing started months ago, when I decided to knock at Abby Cleveland’s door to ask her for a job. I guess I got more than I bargained for; more than a job, now I have a publishing deal with the best publishing house in the market, I’m a fully fledged Naughty Angel, and I’ve snagged two gorgeous men that fuck me as if their lives depended on it.