36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Good, because I’m going to cum in that perfect ass,” Ethan groans. “Now,” he says, and I feel the hot love gun blow inside me, incinerating my insides with his hot load. There’s gotta be a quart, a gallon of cum, loading up my ass and sliding out of me. I feel filthier than I have ever in my life. I’m plastered with sweat and cum and I’ve orgasmed more times than I can count.

  And the utter filthiness of it all makes me cum again.

  “Kiss me baby,” I moan out as I cum.

  Ethan’s mouth closes over mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth and touches me tenderly, dancing with my tongue and showing me how much he cares, how much loves me. His cock does the same thing, showing me just how much he loves fucking me and loves how much I like being stuffed by him. He jam packs his dick inside me and cums so much that I actually feel even fuller and I feel my temperature rising. My body is shaking intensely. I fucking need him more than anything in the world. This man fucks me like it is our last night on earth.

  I never want to be apart from him again, because that would be the end of my soul, of my happiness.

  “I love you, Emmaline,” Ethan says, burying his face in my neck as his cock empties out more inside me.

  We’re both breathing so heavy it almost feels like the bed is lifting and falling with our inhales and exhales.

  And there’s more?

  Let it be known, for I will shout it from the rooftops, that Ethan is a god of sex. I can’t even imagine what the hell he’s going to do to me tonight that he hasn’t already.

  And then it hits me.

  Okay, haha, not quite. But I know what’s up.

  Ethan’s hands go to the rope on my wrists and he starts to untie my wrists. He rubs them both, working the blood back into them. My nipples get a jolt of lust at the blood rushing to me wrists. Guess I’m a kinky fucker, too? I’m a fan of this.

  He moves to my ankles, and then he rubs them. My pussy jolts then, and my ass remembers.

  Remembers the last spanking that he gave me.

  “Ethan?” I ask.

  He scoops me into his lap and kisses me. “Yes?”

  “Are you going to spank me?” I ask, and I hope my voice totally betrays how turned on by this I am. If that’s not what he’s planning, I’m down for whatever, but I remember how intensely that felt before. My skin was on fire, and the pain and pleasure danced around, tortured by his bites and his touch, by the air, and it was just so incredibly satisfying.

  We don’t have any barriers to break down. It sounds like a release that I need from the tensions of being away from him, though.

  I realize he’s watching the wheels turning my mind. “Ethan?”

  “Yes, I am. Over my knee,” he commands me, and I immediately obey.

  “You’re the most important thing to me in the world. The ropes were punishment, in the nicest way imaginable. This spanking is more like a reward. A bonus package before we cuddle and pass the hell out after that workout,” Ethan says with a contented sigh. I don’t think I’ve ever seem my very intense man so very satisfied, and it pleases me so much I wiggle on his lap.

  He rewards that with a swat, and I let out a little moan without thinking about it. That’s just what his touch does to me.

  “You’re the most important thing in my world. I like the way you punish and reward me. More than anything, I love that you’re happy,” I say.

  Ethan swats my ass several times in quick succession. “How could I ever be anything but happy, when you’re mine? When you’re with me? When I know that you love me and understand me like no one else ever could or will.” His voice cracks a little. I’ve never heard so much emotion in his voice. “If you had said no,” Ethan says, his voice more hushed than I’ve ever heard him. These words are hard for him. It breaks my heart to hear him like this, and I grab one of his hands and squeeze it, and I curl myself against him on his lap. “If you’d said no, I just don’t know what the hell I’d be without you. I’m not a modest man, or a man of modest means, but you can burn me and this whole world to the ground and it is all the same if I don’t have you.”

  Ethan swats my ass several more times, all these spanks on the same spot. And they’re making that good sting. My pussy and ass so thoroughly used today, it makes pleasure zing through me like a nice bubble bath, only a thousand times better.

  “I love you, too, Ethan. But you don’t want to bath before bed?” I ask. I realize he’s told me something incredibly emotional and here I am going, hey, we are super filthy right now. And I realize that I don’t care about being filthy. “Or not. Tomorrow,” I say with a yawn.

  “Yeah, we’ve got all the time in the world to get clean tomorrow. Tonight, let’s savor our dirty selves, together.”

  Ethan rubs my ass and turns me around, pulling me against him for a passionate kiss. He keeps his arms around me and pulls the blanket from under me. Ethan stops kissing me and puts the blanket around me, and then crawls under it with me. Pulling me in his arms, Ethan kisses my neck softly for what seems like an eternity.

  “Have you ever written fiction?” I ask him.

  It comes from nowhere, sure, but it also doesn’t.

  This man is my great love. I have everything I want now, and it makes me think about how the enduring love stories have made such big deal to me my whole life.

  “I haven’t actually. Though I will be writing our vows. Teacher/student is a taboo relationship, but I can’t use ‘She Walks In Beauty’ since our crowd is bound to laugh at us for picking a poem that a brother wrote for his sister. That’s even more forbidden than us,” Ethan says with a laugh.

  “I think I want to try my hand at fiction. Romance novels. You’ve inspired me with our great love,” I tell him. “You see, I always think about you in terms of being this great Romantic hero. Except none of the tragedy, never again I hope. I think I’d like you to have the lowercase romantic hero instead…meaning you’ll survive and we get to live happily ever after,” I say, leaning back to kiss him.

  “I am your great love? Only two English majors would have that full contextual understanding of all the wondrous things you’ve said to me. I can say without a doubt that my soul is made of yours, that you are my enduring great love,” Ethan says.

  The emotion in his voice has my eyes watering. I pull him tight, grind my ass against his cock — oh that man cannot be hard! No, false alarm, his cock is just huge. I mean, we were both yawing.

  “You need to know, though, Ethan, that despite the bad things you think about yourself, they aren’t true. You’re a good man. You’re not a devil, you’re not crazy. I think we’re both melodramatic. But we can be happy, forever, I just know it. Our troubles are fading faster and as long as we have each other, we’re set for life,” I tell Ethan. I mean every word.

  Ethan is quiet at first. “We are most certainly melodramatic. That’s why we study ancient works of a combination of usually just 26 letters. And why we care so much about fictional characters. But I care more about you then anything in my life. Than even myself. And I love me, I do…” Ethan laughs. “But you’re right, I’ve left myself weigh down my own opinion of myself. In loving you, and having your love in return, I know now that I can be happy, I can be good. With you, I’m everything.” Ethan says these words.

  I know we have an age gap romance. I know that we are supposed to be different levels of maturity. That he’ll always be much older than me. And we have a startling co-dependency. But together, we are still perfect. He and I are everything we need to be to each other.

  And like any great romance heroine, I don’t give a fuck about the problems. I don’t give a fuck that we’r not perfect.

  Together, we are perfect. “You’re my world,” I say, pulling Ethan’s hands around to hold me.

  “And you’re mine,” Ethan says, squeezing me so tight for a second, I can’t breathe.

  All this time with Ethan, and I’m tired, spent, satisfied.

  And I’m thinking about great loves. I fall asleep
dreaming up characters, and creating conflicts for them that I’ll write in my first romance novel.

  Because do you know how a romance novel ends and the great loves finally get to be together?

  When everything that keeps them apart isn’t strong enough to keep doing so. My brain can dream up new characters, because it doesn’t need to try and solve the problems between Ethan and me anymore.

  We’re living happily ever after.

  Emmaline

  Three Months Later

  My mother is trying, she really is. I see the smile she offers me, and then Ethan, and I’m grateful and smile back. It's been three months since Ethan versus my mother went off on full tilt. Now I live with Ethan, we’ve decided to stay engaged until I’ve graduated, and Ethan and my mother are even forming a tentative revival of their friendship.

  I close my hand over Ethan's on one side of me, and my mother’s on the other. These are two of the most important people in my life and I’m so happy that they can be friends again.

  My father clears his throat, but when I look up, I don’t see the look of disapproval that I might. Instead, he raises a glass.

  “To Emmaline and Ethan,” he says, and I’m shocked.

  “Dad?” I whisper, so shocked at this illicit approval.

  “Emmaline, you’ve always been such a smart, precious girl,” my father says. “You were always complicated, intense, emotional, all of these things in incredible ways. It's part of what drives you and what makes you an amazing woman. There’s nothing you set your sights on that you don’t get,” he continues.

  I think I’m going to cry, and I’m smiling so much. Ethan and my mom are both squeezing my hands back.

  “You know, there’s only been one other person in our lives that was that level of intelligent and ferociously passionate, in a way that even your mother and I couldn’t understand, and that’s Ethan,” my father says, tipping a drink to him.

  I look to Ethan and see the surprise read on his face. It warms me inside and out to feel such love in this room right now, and I can’t recall ever feeling so happy at one of these family dinners that Ethan and I go to every week. We wanted to not be the older man, younger woman couple that was hiding from our families or anyone in the world. We're serious about being together, and I have always been close with my family.

  But this is more than I could've ever hoped for with us. At least not so soon, if ever, did I think one of my parents would be so accepting.

  The truth is, my father is quiet. I had no idea that he saw me like this, or Ethan, or the two of us together like this.

  “I believe the two of you are going to be very happy together. And I know things got to their own rocky start, but so many relationships do. It doesn’t matter how you start, hell, sometimes it doesn’t even matter how you finish. It does matter what you do in the middle. You two are in the middle, and you care for each other. You treat each other as equals. As long as you love my daughter, Ethan, you’re always welcome in my home,” my father says, and then he laughs. “But if you break her heart, I want you to understand that I’ll have to wait in line behind her to break your kneecaps, and that’s probably messy so we’ll keep that outside.”

  Everyone laughs, and it isn’t forced. I let go of my mother and Ethan's hands and I walk over to hug my father. Then I grab my water glass and I toast with everyone else.

  “To Emmaline and Ethan,” my father says.

  My mother repeats the words, “to Emmaline and Ethan,” and to her credit, she actually sounds like she means them.

  I look at Ethan and I can tell that he’s shocked, too. Neither of us expected this, and we’re both so grateful.

  I remember that night my mother confronted us. I thought it was a little odd that my father said nothing but things to try to calm my mother down…but I had no idea that he could actually approve of my relationship.

  I mean, let’s look at the facts. I’m dating a man who was my professor, who tried to start something with my mother when they were younger, and here we are sitting at a table with dinner where I’m not even old enough to drink.

  Surely, there’s all sorts of reasons my father could disapprove.

  “Thank you for seeing the man that I love,” I say, raising my glass. “Thank you for seeing the person I am, always, dad,” I say, and I start to get choked up.

  “To family,” my mother says, clinging my glass together. “Ethn, you’re part of this family now. I never thought you’d marry my daughter, but now I can’t see a future that the two of you aren’t in, together. That’s hard for me to comprehend until I see how you two are together. Emmaline isn’t like other girls, but Ethan, you’ve never been like other men. I know you two will continue to be very happy together,” my mom says with a wide smile. It is genuine. “Now, let’s eat before we all get choked up and this food gets cold!”

  We laugh but we all go to our forks. It's true, we were all feeling the love so much, a perfectly good dinner could've gone to waste!

  The night winds down. We do dessert, we do after-dinner coffee, and we all share stories. I update everyone on my progress with school — and, of course, I’m doing great. The new English professor is not up to par with my current one, so I’ve been doubling up on other ancillary classes. Theatre has been my latest obsession and the drama teacher is absolutely my favorite this semester. She’s got a deep appreciate for classical plays, and that is part of the literature that I know and love.

  Ethan and I are taking a summer trip to Italy to see, among many things, the Keats-Shelley house. I’m getting my Romanticism education, in literature and love, from him. Ethan is working on a book, and while we’re there he’s getting interviewed as he’s the foremost writer about Mary Shelley in the world now.

  My parents are both up to great things — the company they work for has promoted them both, and they’re still climbing. My parents have always had a quiet ambition, nothing like my boisterous one, but they’ve found their paths.

  My family is so perfect right now that I feel a deep sense of contentment like never before.

  “Thank you both for a wonderful evening,” I say, kissing and hugging my parents goodbye.

  “Yes, thank you so much for everything, Joelle, Daniel,” Ethan says. Both of my parents hug him, and it doesn’t look forced. I’m so grateful for the acceptance.

  The fairy tale ending, me, Cinderella swooped off with her Prince Charming, the Beauty to Ethan's Beast, it all feels that much more perfect with my parents totally accepting just how well Ethan and I work together as a couple.

  Living together has been a dream.

  Not going to lie the instant we get back in the car, I’m grateful that Ethan has opted to have a driver again.

  Because I know that the instant we get in the car, I don’t need him driving. I need his hands all over me. Already, the hand at the small of my back feels extra warm, and I know the instant my parents are back in their house, it's going lower.

  Yeah, that’s one of the best parts of the fairy tale. I love this man, and he loves me. And we can’t keep our hands off each other for a second, really.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous in this dress. I think you should leave it on for your first orgasm,” Ethan says with a growl, teeth against my ear.

  When we slide into the car, he slides his hands right into my dress and runs his fingers over the damp triangle of my panties. I’m always so wet for him, and he hadn’t already got me wet, his voice vibrating against my skin would've done it.

  “Your pussy is so soft, so wet,” Ethan growls. His knuckles run under over the fabric of my thong, and then his fingers dip inside.

  I blush at his words, even though he’s whispering. It's incredibly obvious to the driver that we fuck in the back of this car almost every day now, and that’s surprisingly not a problem for me.

  How did Delia put it? Oh, yeah, she said from virgin to porn star, that’s where I want. Because let me tell you, her and I have had many a bowls of popcorn over the
wild and crazy sex that I have with Ethan. Delia told me she’s actually envious of my sex life, and did we ever think that day would come?

  “That’s because I want you to fuck me, Ethan. My pussy is so wet because I need you inside me,” I purr, hardly able to breathe when his fingers keep on me like this.

  “Your clit is twitching, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his mouth on my neck now. “I think you need to cum soon, so I promise I won’t tease you too long.”

  I reach my hand out to grab his cock over his trousers, desperate to feel that velvet wrapped in steel under his clothes, but I’ll settle for stroking the massive bulge. His fingers slide inside me, it feels like three huge fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb circles over my clit. I cry out at the sudden invasion.

  Ethan pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, keeps his thumb stroking my clit.

  Warm pressure builds up in my belly and I’m aching for release. I’m so close already, and I can barely breathe.

  Ethan brings his other hand to my throat, fingers closing around it, his claiming touch enough to send me over the edge. He grips me and pumps harder into me. Our eyes meet.

  “You want to cum, my sweet baby girl?” Ethan asks. The raw emotion making his voice thick, the lust heating his eyes on mine, all send me over the top.

  I get such a thrill out of how Ethan responds to me. It almost seems too good to be true that this gorgeous man could be all mine, and want me the way I want him. But our passions match and meet in the most incendiary way that I know that we’re made for each other.

  “Yes, please, Ethan, God,” I’m groaning, begging, my hips bucking up to meet him, my pussy walls squeezing around Ethan's fingers, desperate for release.

  “Cum all over my fingers, baby, I want to taste you,” Ethan says. His voice is pure need.

  The air between us is electric, and the lust surging through me explodes. I don’t hold back anymore and I breathe deep into the orgasm flooding my senses.

  Ethan's hand on my throat grips tighter, and his finger strokes my G-spot inside, his thumb working my clit impossibly faster.