36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Opening my mouth, I move forward and push Parker's cock down, allowing it to roll over my tongue and go as deep as possible. I let it pierce me until I can almost feel its throbbing tip against the back of my throat. Pulling back out slowly, I suck on him all the way, my lips sliding off his cock with a lewd sound.

  I do the same with Mason, ramming his cock inside of me with a swift forward movement of my head. But instead of simply pulling back out, I start bobbing my head up and down, sucking him at the same rhythm I flick my wrist and stroke Parker's cock. I change it up, my mouth going to Parker as I tug on Mason; I lick him up and down and then kiss his tip, scooping up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue, and then slide my lips down the side of his shaft. I go lower, opening my mouth and sucking in one of his balls, lapping my tongue at it and making it roll inside my mouth.

  I close my eyes as I do it, so I don't see Mason reaching for me; I only feel his fingers on my collarbone, hooking themselves on the fabric of my dress. He pulls on it with a furious motion, the sound of ripping fabric clawing at my eardrums. I don't stop sucking on Parker as Mason proceeds to tear my dress apart, pushing it down my body and baring my chest. His fingers slide up my stomach and then over the cup of my bra until they meet my skin. I tremble as I feel the pressure of his fingers going over my right nipple, and I unconsciously move slightly forward, aching to feel him grabbing my tits.

  He takes the hint quickly, allowing his fingers to slide under the cup of my bra and pinching my almost painfully hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He applies the right amount of pressure there—not too hard, not too soft—and I can't help but stop sucking on Parker, a moan hiking up my throat.

  As Mason fondles my breasts, Parker takes a supporting position and reaches for me, his arms going over me as his hands look for the clasp of my bra. Grabbing it, he unhooks it in one single motion, pushing it down my shoulders. I let go of their cocks for one second, just enough time for me to throw my bra to the side; before I can have them back on my hands, though, they're already grabbing at my naked breasts and caressing my nipples.

  I slide my hands up their legs and grab at the hem of their shirts. I tug violently, forcing them to come down to my level. They both kneel in front of me, the muscles in their legs moving like hard pistons as they do it. As if my fingers were claws, I grab Parker's shirt and pull on it with uncontrollable violence, the buttons scattering everywhere.

  I want to do the same with Mason, but Parker doesn't allow me to. Before I can even move, his arms reach for Mason's shirt and he's the one who pushes on it, ripping it apart and baring his chest. I look in a trance, Parker's knuckles brushing over Mason's rock hard abdominals as he opens his shirt.

  Dear God, if I was wet before, now I'm completely drenched.

  With a growl, I grab their cocks underhandedly, jerking them as hard as I can. I grit my teeth, moving my hands furiously and relishing the fleshy warmness of their members against my skin.

  Parker's hand darts forward, pushing my thighs apart and lodging itself over my thong. He rubs on it, my wet folds brushing against each other as he does it. Pressing hard, I shiver at the pressure on my clit, flames spreading outward from it and licking my whole body. I bite my lower lip so that I don't moan hard, but I can't help myself as Mason suddenly pinches my right nipple, his touch almost electric.

  "Fuck," I whisper with a moan, my mind turning into mush as it tries to process both men's touch. Fucking each one of them was amazing ... but having the two of them so close, their cocks crying out for me... Fuck, just thinking of that is almost enough to make me cum right now.

  And that's exactly what happens.

  Parker flicks my drenched thong to the side, sliding his index finger inside of me in a hook motion. It happens in less than a second: his finger brushes over my folds and goes deep in a heartbeat, his fingertip immediately finding the way to my G-spot. The moment he touches me there I have to bite down hard on my lip, exhaling through my nose as sparks of delicious pleasure jump inside of me, igniting my body and sending my mind into a downward spiral of pleasure.

  My limbs are still shaking when I feel Mason's hand on my lower back. He looks at me, flames of eagerness darting behind his eyes, and then gets up. My eyes follow his cock, and I have to fight back against the urge to lean forward once more and suck him off.

  He gives me his hand and, grabbing it, I get up after Parker slides his fingers off of me. The moment I'm standing, Parker grabs my ass hard and pulls me into him, pressing his mouth hard against my clit. I cry out as he does it, the final waves of the orgasm still making my skin prickle.

  Parker gets up too then, grabbing my other hand. I'm standing between their naked bodies, my torn dress still on my waist. I walk across the room, pulling the two men after me; I sway my hips from side to side, fully knowing that their eyes are enjoying the way my ass moves.

  I guide them toward the large round table on the center of the room and, turning on my heels, I place my hands on my waist and slide what's left of the tight dress I was wearing down my legs. The only thing I'm wearing now is my thong and heels; I want the heels to remain, but the thong needs to go too.

  "Take it off," I tell them, hooking my thumbs on the small string of fabric that delineates my hips. They reach for me at the same time, a hungriness to the way they move, but I step back against the table, my cheeks pressing its edge. "No. With your mouths."

  Parker grins at me and he's the first one down, kneeling at my feet. Mason follows him not even one second after, both men's cock pointing upward and glistening with pre-cum. They start kissing up my knees to my thighs, the sound of their lips on my flesh almost like a lullaby. I throw my head back, savoring the way their mouths climb up my legs; they bite down on the fabric of my thong then, Parker on my left thigh and Mason on the right one. Gently, they start to pull it down my legs, my skin prickling as I feel the wet patch of fabric that covers my pussy leaving my body.

  I can't control myself. I kick my thong off, sending it flying across the room, and run my fingers through both men's hair. I grab them harshly, pulling them into me as I lean against the edge of the table. They come willingly, kissing my inner thighs, their mouths both drugging me with the ecstasy they drag from me with their magic tongues.

  Mason places his hand under my ass and pushes me up; I let his strength lift me up and I sit on the table, Parker pushing my legs apart so that the two of them can fit there.

  I close my eyes, not even wanting to know which of them takes the lead. I just let a deep and vicious moan tumble out of my lips as the tip of an eager tongue traces the contour of my pussy, flicking against my labia and scooping up my juices. Then there's a finger on top of my clit, pressing and rubbing with small but precise circular movements.

  God, I need to see this. I open my eyes, looking down between my legs: Mason is flicking his tongue against my pussy and Parker, placing his arm over Mason's shoulders and around his neck, has his hand on the mound right above my pussy, his thumb carefully stroking my clit.

  "Now this is teamwork," I tell them, running my hand through Mason's hair and brushing my finger alongside Parker's jawline. Mason pulls back, looking at me with untamable hunger; he reaches for my face and so does Mason. It is so erotic, both of them touching, just in this moment, it starts to feel surreal. This is not a dream or a fantasy—no, this is really happening.

  I fall back, laying across the table's surface and opening my legs wide. Parker opens his mouth, taking in my folds and sucking on them as his tongue jabs in and out of me. He laps at me incessantly, each time his tongue meets my clit pleasure gathering inside of me. I gasp as Mason places his hand under Parker's head, brushing one finger against my pussy as Parker focus on my clit. He slides one finger inside of me, gently probing as Parker applies an almost magical pressure on me with his tongue.

  "Faster," I moan, arching my back as Mason starts a hurried coming and going motion. He keeps on going until my muscles start tensing up, climax looming over th
e horizon and cresting the ridges of my rational mind, threatening to choke it down and drown it.

  As if the two had rehearsed it, Parker presses his mouth hard on me, steadily wrapping his full lips on my clit as Mason slides one more finger inside of me and hooks it tightly against my G-spot. Just like that, I scream, the high-pitched sound bouncing against the walls and the glass panels, a shriek of pure ecstasy dancing on my lips. My back is arched, high voltage running through my spine all the way up to the base of my skull.

  They hold still as the orgasm ripples through me, only pulling back when I stop flailing my legs. Propping myself up on my elbows, I grin at them as they get up, their cocks pointing toward me like a loaded weapon. Fuck, I need them inside of me. I need to feel their thickness ravaging my pussy, to feel my inner walls being stretched to the limit as they pound me without a single trace of mercy in their thrusts.

  "Seems like you actually know your way around a woman," Parker says with a smirk, turning to Mason. "Not a hopeless case, after all."

  Mason doesn't say anything; he simply looks into Parker's blue eyes, his cock twitching hard. He licks his lips unconsciously, unable to control himself; his eyes wander down Parker's chest and toward his cock, the atmosphere in the room becoming as heavy as concrete. Fuck, the look they're enchanting is so hot I'm actually surprised my eyeballs aren't melting out their sockets.

  "Let’s see what you can do then," Mason manages to say, stepping out from between my legs and freeing the way to Parker.

  God, this is insane.

  Parker grins as he approaches me, both his hands reaching for my tits as he places himself between my thighs. Guided by instinct, I reach for Mason's cock with my hand, pulling on it.

  "Come here," I purr in his direction. As if hypnotized by my words, Mason goes around the table as I lie back on top of it. He positions himself on the other side of the table, his cock right above my face, just one inch away from my mouth.

  I smile up at him, shivering as Parker starts to rub his fat head up and down against my inner folds. I open my mouth as an invitation and, grabbing his cock with his hand, Mason guides it home; I close my eyes as his thickness slides over my lips and fills my mouth completely. In that exact moment, Parker thrusts and his cock goes deep inside of me in one single motion. It's almost as if someone is pulling my mind by the seams, ripping it apart from end to end.

  If you ask me what date it is, I doubt I'll be able to answer. I don’t think I know what year it is. I don’t think anything but the cocks fucking into me right now matters and I like it that way … in this perfect, sensual moment. Hell, I fought tooth and nail to be where I am today, but all of my success pales in comparison with how it feels to have these two perfect men on me, their naked bodies vessels for the raging lust I breathed into them.

  I want to moan; I want to scream! But with Mason's cock buried deep in my mouth, all that I can do is succumb to pleasure. I lift my arms over my head and lay my hands on Mason's waist; my fingers slide across it, and I grab his tight round buttocks, pulling him in. With gentle movements, he starts to thrust, his length going in and out of my mouth in the most delicious way.

  As if they were one, Parker starts to thrust too, his pace matching Mason's with such perfection I can't even imagine how they do it. Perfection? Screw that, it pales in comparison with what these two are capable of. Perfect is just a meaningless word for them, nothing more than an appetizer.

  They keep thrusting and thrusting, the rhythm growing at a steady pace. Soon enough I'm bursting with violent energy, my muscles quivering and starting to tremble. I can't help it; I have to grab Mason's cock by the root and take it out of my mouth, a muffled moan of delight turning into a throat-clawing scream of pure ecstasy. I keep jerking Mason as I become pleasure's hostage, Parker's cock ravaging me with the brutish ferocity of a man born to fuck women senselessly.

  Without any warning, he pulls out of me, sliding his hands under my ass and turning me around as if I were nothing more than a lightweight rag-doll. No wonder, the man is all muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I’m on all fours on top of the table, my ass raised in Parker's direction; he slaps me across it with the back of his hand, the sound of the impact making me squirm in a frenzy of sweetened lust.

  Mason runs his fingers over my face, and my eyes locking on his. There's more than lust there; there is passion, there is caring and tenderness. There's... love? The pounding of my heart against my ribcage is the only thing I can hear as those thoughts race through my mind. I look back over my shoulder and look at Parker, the same telling look on his face.

  I smile. I'm fucking smiling, and all because of the way they're looking at me. I don't even know why I'm doing it. I just can't help it; my heart is feeling tight inside my chest, a joy I haven't felt in a long time nestled there.

  I think I’m starting to really fall for these guys. They are more than just meat to me, and honestly that’s throwing me off guard. Sex...incredible sex, even, is one thing, but there’s not just sexual chemistry between us. There’s more. I can tell in the way that I’m starting to shiver at the sight of them. The way that I don’t want to let go of how my heart feels in this moment. I want to make this moment and this feeling last as long as it can, and I’m not going to buck against the rising tide of my emotions.

  I can't fight this. I don't want to.

  I take one hand and place it around Mason's neck; I pull him into me and kiss him, my mouth fitting on his perfectly. I kiss him softly, my lips brushing on his with such sweetness my heart starts to melt.

  "Come here..." I whisper to Parker, looking at him over my shoulder. He goes around the table and stands next to Mason; I don't need to do a thing. He places one finger under my chin and leans into me, kissing me softly as Mason runs his hands through my hair gently.

  I just want this moment to last forever.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing passion and lust to mix and course through me with a fury. When I open my eyes, there's nothing but pleasure on my mind. I grab their cocks by the base and pull them to me; I lean into Mason’s, taking it in my mouth as I push my head down, and then pull it out and devour Parker's, the scent on my pussy still lingering on his flesh. I suck them both, bobbing my head once on each of them before switching; I start doing it so fast that their flavor starts to mix inside my mouth.

  Supporting myself with one hand on the table, I take the other one between my legs and press two fingers over my clit. I start rubbing on it as my tongue parts my lips and I start licking their glans. They come closer, their naked bodies so near they're leaning against each other.

  I open my mouth wide, brushing my lips against the tip of Mason's cock and then changing to Parker's. I keep on doing it until they enter a trance of delight, both men leaning into me until I can kiss both their tips at the same time. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I kiss them, my lips forcing their shafts against one another. They don't even move, their cocks twitching even harder the moment they touch.

  "Take me," I moan, pulling back and looking up at them. Parker gives Mason a slight nod, and he acknowledges him by going back around the table and positioning himself behind me, his long fingers grabbing me by the waist as he points his hard cock toward the crevice between my thighs. I can’t help but repeat myself. “Fuck me, Mason.”

  “Gladly,” he says, the tone of his voice almost like a shot of adrenaline. One thrust of his and my eyelids drop, his massive girth inside of me; blind with pleasure, I take one hand and grab Parker’s cock, guiding his meaty flesh against my lips. I kiss his tip, my tongue circling it in abandonment as my body rocks back and forth with each of Mason’s trust.

  Parker grabs me by the head and starts to thrust too, his other hand grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard. I start bobbing my head, his cock sliding in and out of me furiously, and only stop to suck in the saltiness on his tip.

  I’m completely going crazy here, their cocks completely punishing me, they’re claiming me so i
ntensely.

  I jut my ass back at Mason, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of it like music to my ears. Each time I rock my body back and allow Mason’s cock to slide deep inside of me, Parker’s thick member goes back out over my tongue; I then do the opposite, moving forward and making Parker’s cock brush against the back of my throat as Mason’s slides out. It’s a perfect pendulum motion, a never-ending flurry of pleasure dancing inside of me.

  I go as fast as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with the rhythmic and flowing motion of my body. But I push through, not wanting to waste any minute. Mason grabs my ass then, his thumbs over the dimples on my lower back, and he starts to thrust wildly, a frantic rage pulling the strings of his movements. Fuck, I have to take Parker’s cock out of my mouth, my mind only capable of focusing on the delirious pounding Mason is handing out

  My muscles are tensing up, everything in me about to explode. I let out a high-pitched scream as I erupt, my whole body shaking as if I have no control. Christ, I never felt anything like this. I lean into Parker’s cock as my body is consumed by a holy fire of ecstasy, taking him in my mouth and sucking on him as if I’m minutes away from dying.

  My pussy has tightened up around Mason’s cock, but that doesn’t make him stop; on the contrary, it only makes him go harder and keep thrusting while waves of pleasure crash inside of me.

  I open my eyes and, Parker’s member still inside of my mouth, I look up at him. His eyes are not on me, but on Mason; he’s looking at his rival as if he is in a trance, desire etched in his lips as he watches him fucking me relentlessly. They might tell themselves butt heads normally, but right now, they’re both working pretty damn well together to satisfy me, and it seems to be satisfying the both of them, too.