36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he tells me without opening his eyes, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face.

  “I’m just getting started,” I purr, slowly lowering my lips over his tip. I wrap them around his pulsing flesh, but I don’t go any deeper than I need to; I just focus on the tip of his cock, lapping at it with my tongue and making him go completely insane. He might have given me a fucking I won’t forget anytime soon, but I’m about to show him that I can also hold my own, and that using just my mouth.

  He starts tangling his fingers in my hair, and I realize that he won’t be patient for much longer. If I push him past the edge of his limits, he’s just going to force me down his cock without waiting. But if he thinks I’m going to let him take the lead, he’s in for a surprise; moving fast, I roll my lips down his shaft, this time going as deep as is humanly possible. I close my eyes as I feel that soft skin around the root of his cock, and I hold my position there for a few seconds; only then do I make the hike up his shaft, inch by slow inch.

  I take a deep breath as his cock pops out of my mouth, but not wanting to waste any time, I just grab his mast with both hands and start stroking him as I try to catch my breath. My hands move so fast they become a blur, and I smile as I feel him pulse steadily against my fingers. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile of surrender in his face—one that tells me he’s giving me free reign over his cock.

  Well, that’s the right choice.

  I take my mouth back to his shaft, and now it’s time to show him what I can do—all of it. Still grabbing his cock with one hand, I push my mouth down his whole length, only stopping when I meet the root of his cock once more. That’s when I start bobbing my head; I do it fast and mercilessly, tightening my lips around his shaft as I press against it with my tongue. His groans and sighs tell me that I’m on the right path, and this time there’ll be no stopping me; I’m going to suck him until the very end, whatever it takes. I want him to cum inside my mouth, to have his seed dripping down my chin and—oh, fuck, I’m really losing my mind. It seems that each second I spend with him is another step toward my transformation into a sex-crazed savage.

  “You really know what you’re doing,” he whispers, his hands on my head still feeling the sway of my body. I don’t even bother with a reply; that would mean stopping, and right now I’m in the zone. I doubt I’d stop sucking on him even if his mother or my son showed up right now. I know that’s terrible but he has me wanton and waiting. I would do anything right now to stay in this erotic bliss we’re both captured in, right here, right now.

  I caress his balls with my free hand, grabbing both of them and massaging them softly with my fingertips. He sighs loudly, and I know that it won’t take long for him to be dangling over the edge of pleasure. And so I do the only logical thing; I start going even faster. I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up, and even the bones in my jaw feel like they’re burning up. But I don’t let that stop me—oh no, I push through the pain, and I do it with a smile on my lips (or, well, I would do it with a smile if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock right between them).

  The moment I feel his cock twitching over my tongue, I know I’m on the right track. A few seconds more and I know that he’ll be filling up my mouth to the brim. And, to be honest, I can’t wait for that to happen.

  “Don’t stop, Jennifer, keep going,” he says, his voice deep and harsh as if getting the words out is a herculean effort. I oblige happily, keeping up the rhythm and trying to forget about the fact that the muscles in my neck feel like they’re on fire. His cock starts twitching harder, and I can already taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. This is it, the end zone. I’m so fucking turned on right now and my mouth is wrapped so tightly around his cock that I just can’t stand waiting any longer. I take him deep and swallow him up, aching for him to fill my mouth up and make me more than I’ve been before and something I’ve started to become. His filthy lover that whose mouth he comes in. I want to swallow all his cum. Part of me wants some to dribble out of my mouth and down my chin.

  “Fuck,” Jason groans harshly and then, at the same time, erupts inside my mouth. His cum gushes into me in a torrent, filling me up completely in a fraction of a second. I never knew a man cum so much, and I’m so turned on. I taste every drop I can. I moan against him in my mouth and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth because of it. I swallow up every drop of him that I can.

  Jason’s cum starts dripping down out of my lips, heavy drops making their way down my chin and onto my neck. He comes so much that I can’t help but pull out, a stream of cum hitting me straight in the face as I do it. I keep grabbing his cock, aiming it at my open mouth, but he’s shooting so much that it’s almost impossible to direct his raging river of cum into my mouth only. I feel his cum on my face, mouth and neck. It streams down my breasts and covers me, and I can’t stop thinking about what I must look like. I take a quick look down but then I have to keep my eyes on Jason. I want to look at him, watch his cock as it covers and claims me.

  “That’s it,” I whisper in a moan, the last strands of cum jumping from his cock onto my body. His cock spasms two last times around my fingers and then he’s finally done.

  “Look at you,” he whispers, breathing hard. “I love your new look,” he grins, his devilish eyes narrowing into slits as he takes in the sight. I can only imagine how I must look right now; I probably resemble a wax figure, painted in white from the waist up. By now, his cum has started dripping down from my stomach, and I can feel his warm juices reaching for that wet spot between my thighs. I’m shivering with need. I can’t believe everything we just did. I can’t believe I want him more.

  I look at his cock and see that he’s rock fucking hard, even after that explosion I’m wearing.

  “Jason,” I purr. I scoop up some of his cum from my nipples, swirling it around on my tits and then pulling it up to my mouth. “I love being covered in your cum. Do you think I’m hot when I’m covered in your cum?”

  I think I see him shake for a moment, and his thumb brushes against my lower lip. “You are so fucking beautiful covered in my cum, Jennifer.” His voice is low and dark, almost dangerous, and it makes me shiver all over again.

  “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore, Jason. Make my pussy fucking ache with your huge cock,” I moan to him. I don’t know how I can be so consumed by lust. All the masturbation, all the fucking now, and I still want more. I want him to fuck me until I can’t think anymore.

  “Fuck, Jennifer,” Jason groans. He grabs me, pulling me tight against him, covering both our bodies in his cum until we’re stuck like glue for a moment, sliding like iced cinnamon buns.

  His cock thrusting into me, pumping me at a fast pace, only extends the vibrations until a new set of waves take on a life of their own.

  “You’re so good. God, you feel amazing. I could fuck you all day,” he growls, his body moving like a wave as he holds himself on his elbows, rocking into me.

  “Jason, you feel so good,” I cry out in a whimpering sound that pulls from my lips with the intensity of our fucking, the sensations too great to bear as I roll into another explosion rapidly.

  “That’s right. Don’t fight it, Jennifer. Give it to me and let go,” he growls, plunging into me as I wrap my legs around his back, crossing my angles to keep him close.

  “Oh God!” I gasp, my arms wrapped around his shoulders to hold onto him as he moves so swiftly and purposefully, hitting the spot he knows sends me over the edge every time.

  “Fuck, Jennifer! You’re squeezing my cock so damn well,” he groans, and I haven’t even realized I’m doing it, but my body has yet to recover from my intense release.

  “Jason! I’m gonna… Oh, God," I moan, knowing this is an explosion that’ll leave me shattered in pieces. Whenever he makes me climax back to back, and he does quite regularly, it has such an intense effect, and I know it’s coming at me full speed.

  “Yeah, Jennifer! Fuck yeah!” He growl
s, digging faster and deeper. His muscular body is raging him forward as he pumps me hard and fast, his pelvis surging forward without rhythm or finesse. He’s ready to explode himself and I know what that’s going to be like. I welcome that sticky goodness everywhere, and I want him to come with me.

  “Yes! Oh, Jason!” I yell, only strokes away from what will surely be an all-encompassing climax. I have never been fucked like this and I can’t believe how good everything feels.

  My legs and arms grip him tightly, bracing for the inevitable as he slams into me, hard. He’s groaning and moaning in the way he does when he can no longer control himself, lost inside of me.

  “Now! Jennifer! Come, and let!” He demands, pushing now because he knows that we both need this.

  Without hesitation, my body heeds his command, colliding with my orgasm until I feel like I’m floating as he stills inside of me, shooting off another round of pleasure.

  “Ungh! Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as I milk him with my internal muscles, his hips slowing to a stand still until he’s just lying in my arms, my ankles still interlocked on the small of his back.

  “You’re amazing,” I whisper against his ear as we both pant in sexual exhaustion. Have we finally fucked ourselves out? After all that intense release, I can’t believe what we’ve done. I wait for the guilt to wash over me and wonder if it worse that I don't’ seem to feel anything but utterly satisfied.

  “Jennifer,” I hear him say my name. It almost sounds like he doesn’t realize he’s saying my name.

  Emotions ripple within me and I don’t understand them, and right now, I don’t know if I want to. I don’t want to ruin something so perfect. For a moment, it seems like everything in my life actually okay. I don’t want it to end and I’m desperate for everything to stop crashing down around me. I want to stay secure in the comforts that desire brought, but reality threatens. Reality looms over me and reminds me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t have done the one thing that made me feel alive, and for a moment, I’m shaking because of the fear within me rather than any pleasure.

  The aftershocks of my orgasms haven’t worn off entirely but I’m already starting to fade out of my joy and start to feel my life closing around me again.

  There’s something about Jason, though, that when I take in the presence of him that I can’t hold back the ecstasy that rises within me with how he makes me feel.

  I can’t let this momentary satisfaction detract from my morality. I don’t want to even look at Jason, or I might lose my resolve entirely.

  Jason

  I try to open my eyes after I come. Fuck, it’s near enough impossible. My cock just keeps spilling out like a fucking pistol. I’m coming so fucking hard. I feel like a little kid in the candy shop that’s been given access to every different type of candy, and my wish has finally come true, and I’m completely lost. There’s a wave of all types of different kinds of emotions that are running through my mind that it’s driving me fucking insane. I’d been craving and fantasizing about Jennifer so fucking long and now that it’s happened, I want more. There’s no way that I’m going to let her go after this.

  No fucking way.

  I’ve never had sex like that. I didn’t even know I was capable. It wasn’t even fucking; it was as if we were making love because there was a connection between us. Every time her fingers touched me, there was some electricity. Her skin feels like silk, but it’s so damn smooth. Everything about her and it just sends a craving, and my mouth wants more. My fingers need it. My cock fucking desires it.

  It’s as if I’ve been craving someone for so long and now that I’ve had her, I know one thing for sure. I have no intention of letting her go. Now we’ve crossed the line. The one that’s been on my mind for the last two years ever since I saw her half-naked by accident in her house.

  Jennifer’s smiling as I hold her in my arms. She has no idea how she’s made me feel like a man in this time than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  I kiss her gently. “Jennifer, that was beautiful. I’ve wanted you for so long…”

  “Sorry?”

  She shakes her head as if she’s been awoken from a bad dream and then pulls away from my arms. The same look that she had on her face when we were in the kitchen.

  “What did I do wrong?”

  I say in a panic as she reaches out for her towel. Not this again, I thought that now we’re connecting that she would see things from my point-of-view. She’ll see that we belong together, and stop fighting it. I was wrong, and I can tell it as she hurriedly starts heading toward her house.

  “Where are you going?”

  Silly question, because it’s obvious that she’s going in the house. Crap! I haven’t got on my briefs. I quickly put them on in a panic and then catch up with her. She can’t run away from me and deny what happened just now.

  No, I won’t let her.

  “Jennifer!” I shout once I have on my briefs and I reach the porch door. She’s not responding so; I start going through the house like a mad man.

  “Jennifer, I know that you’re here. Just answer me.”

  Still nothing, so I start rummaging through the different rooms. I know that she’s in the house. I hate being ignored, especially when we just shared a magical moment and she didn’t even give me a chance to recover. She just ran off like she’s afraid. I head up the stairs, still shouting out her name and now I feel like a prick. I didn’t bring any clothes. I thought that I was just going to be in the pool. Maybe we would splash around, and maybe I would play with her a little bit. I didn’t expect us to go all the way. Not straight away. I thought that today I would just get a little taste, and in time she would see that I’m not some kid, but I’m serious about how I feel about her. Fuck, I told her that I’ve wanted her for so long. Didn’t that mean anything to her?

  I head up the stairs assuming that she must be in her bedroom. I knew that they slept in separate bedrooms, one day when I was snooping around I went in her room by accident, and I remember she was dressing. Maybe that’s when the curiosity about her started, that time from when I saw her half-naked, in her underwear. I open the door, and sure enough, she’s heading into the shower.

  “What are you doing?”

  She’s not looking at me, but speaking to the space that I’m closing between us.

  “Jason, don't come any closer. We both know that what happened just now was wrong.”

  She’s gripping a hold of the towel that she’s holding as if her life depends on it. Not this again. “Jennifer, don’t be like that. We had a good time. The way that you were screaming right now, it didn’t seem as if you weren’t enjoying it. If anything it was the complete opposite.”

  She laughs nervously. “That’s exactly why it shouldn’t happen. You’re just a boy. I’m old enough to be your mom. I took advantage of you. I told you to rub lotion on my body. What was I thinking?”

  I start to feel as if she’s stabbing daggers at my heart.

  “I told you how I felt about you and you want to dismiss it as if it’s nothing. That fucking hurt my feelings.”

  She sighs. “Jason, don't feel that way. It’s natural for a boy of your age to feel that way about a woman of my age.”

  “What?”

  She’s talking shit as if she’s talking to a kid. The way that I made her scream just now. No kid could do that to her. No other man has. No other man will. She’ll see that I’m the man for her.

  “I’m not going to let you dismiss me as if I’m some kid. Remember that time I came into your room, and you were half-naked? From that day I’ve wanted you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

  She crosses her arms. “Oh, so that’s why you were fucking Bethany because you wanted me?”

  She raises her eyebrow, and I don’t have an answer for her. She has a point; it seems weird telling her that I’ve wanted her for so long when, as she so eloquently put it, I was with Bethany only two days ago.

  “That was in the past,” I dismiss my
time with Bethany because she isn’t memorable. Not like what just happened between Jennifer and me today.

  “Besides, we hadn’t crossed the line. The one that we did just now. Jennifer, I know that you’re scared. You don’t know what kind of crazy shit is running through my mind.”

  I trace my hand through my hair as I think about what happened downstairs by the pool. Sex like I’ve never known it.

  “I’m the kind of guy that just fucks. I mean. A quick in and out, but what just happened down there, between us was…”

  “Fucking! Jason, you’re just a kid. The same age as my son. It may seem different to you, but that’s because I’m older.”

  Her words cut like a knife, and I don’t want to hear any more. I shake my head as I think about how things can change in a short space of time. She doesn’t attempt to say anything else, and I don’t fucking want to hear it. She just needs time. I get it; she’s as shocked about the trail of events the same way that I am at the moment.

  I’ve got time, and I’m a patient man. I’ll give it to her. I head back down the stairs and as I think about what happened by the pool as I pass it once again, my cock starts to get hard. I’ll have a cold shower once again as I get home and think about Jennifer. I’ve been doing it for the last couple of days, this time I won’t be fantasying about what I wish will happen between us. This time it’ll be a replay of what happened a few minutes ago. My cock in her sweet pussy, I’ll cum hard as I give Jennifer time to come to the reality that what happened to her isn’t just a dream come true for me. It’s the fucking same for her too.