36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

Reaching to the side, I open my hand and rest my fingers on the smooth surface of my faithful companion of so many lonely nights—a long vibrator. Grabbing it, I push my panties to the side and hold my breath; I push the vibrator’s tip against my inner lips, arch my back and close my eyes.

  I imagine Derek’s hands on my waist.

  Mason’s lips on my neck.

  And Parker’s cock inside me, stretching me wide.

  “Fuck,” I moan, and then simply slide the vibrator all the way in. It strains against my inner walls, pushing its way past my pussy lips, and I surrender to burning pleasure.

  Ah, this is pure bliss.

  Chapter 19

  Cara

  The moment I feel the vibrator sliding inside me and stretching my inner walls, the whole world fades around me. The walls around me seems to vanish, and even the couch under my body turns into something ethereal I’m no longer in my living room, but somewhere else - somewhere where I can feel the burning lust of these three men, somewhere where I can fully submit to the way they crave my body.

  I can almost see that lust in my mind’s eyes. It’s like a flame, a blue hot one. It flickers and dances, threatening to burn down everything on its path. And despite its warmness, despite the scorching heat threatening to turn me into ashes, I simply can’t run away from it. It lures me, like a lighthouse in the distance.

  “Ah,” I pant as I drive the vibrator all the way in, its smooth surface sliding between my pussy lips easily. Arching my back, I start sliding it in and out of me, my fluids coating it. I’m so wet that I risk staining the couch, but so what?

  You can’t schedule desire.

  With my eyes closed, I let the memories of these past days float behind my shut eyelids. I remember the way their thick cocks rested against the palm of my hand, the way I curled my fingers around their huge masts and squeezed them tight. My God, even just stroking them turned me on so much.

  I never thought that anyone could feel so much pleasure. I always thought there was a limit of sorts to the amount of ecstasy the human body can handle. Huh, I guess I was wrong about it.

  It’s unreal.

  I can be using my hands, my mouth, my pussy… It doesn’t matter: as long as I’m with them, it feels as if both my brain and heart will explode. I could come just by kissing, just by feeling the wetness of their lips against mine.

  Sex is never like you imagine it to be, right? When you’re a virgin, you picture something beautiful - something that might happen on a bed covered with rose petals, under the light of burning candles. You imagine perfect kisses, you imagine two bodies becoming one. But it’s never like that. Sex is fun, sure - but it’s also dirty and messy. It leaves you tired and sweaty, and it takes some time to work out all the mechanics involved. I mean, you can’t get into crazy positions without trial and error, right?

  But with these three...God! For the first time in my life, my imagination can’t beat the real thing. And not because there’s three of them. Even separately, they’re the best sex I’ve ever had.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, my voice building into a climax. The more I allow the memories to blanket my mind, the more my heart starts to race. I feel feverish, spinning out of control...and it’s amazing.

  I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, and I start working on my pussy faster and faster. I flick my wrist as hard as I can, tightening my grip on the vibrator, and I push it in and out of me in such a hurry that I can see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids.

  Oh, I’m in Heaven.

  I imagine Mason, Derek, and Parker, all of them closing in on me. I imagine going down on my knees, anxiously waiting as they take their belts off and unzip their pants.

  God, I’d give everything for that to happening right now.

  Twelve-inches are divine, twenty-four are godly…but thirty-six, ah! Are there even any words than can describe the pleasure thirty-six inches of cock can give you? I seriously doubt that - there has to be a limit for what words can describe.

  I just wish you could experience it, even if just once. You’d be ruined forever (I know I am). You wouldn’t sleep at night, and you’d spend the whole day dreaming of that. I know that because it’s what’s happening to me. I dream of them, I think of them; I can’t take a single breath without being assaulted by thoughts of their naked bodies pressing down on mine.

  You have no idea how it feels like to surrender to three men like them. To have your mouth, your pussy, your ass...every single hole in your body filled by three hard cocks, all of them pulsing with a kind of wicked desire you wouldn’t find anywhere else.

  It’s madness. The kind of madness that leaves a sweet taste on your tongue and makes your toes curl.

  Using my free hand, I brush some thick strands of hair away from my face. There are already beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, and my body’s so warm I wouldn’t be surprised if I opened my eyes and saw flames climbing up my legs.

  “Derek,” I moan, pushing the whole length of the vibrator inside me. I imagine his thick cock and the way he made me obey his commands. Ah, it was Heaven to feel his cock sliding between my lips for the first time, to feel it pulsing over my tongue so hard. He took me inside the office at the bar, locked the door behind us, and fucked me in such a way that I was a trembling mess for the rest of the day. I went in with big expectations, but he crushed them all. He took charge, his voice and body working as one to whip me into submission...and I loved every single second of it.

  “Parker,” I let out, my voice quivering for the first time. The vibrator goes faster and faster, and in my mind it turns into Parker’s cock, its whole length ravaging my insides. I remember how it felt to walk inside his suite back at the Mandarin, the luxury of it all just a sidenote to the way I craved his body. God, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I just dove straight into him the moment I heard the door closing behind me. I grabbed his cock, and I never let go.

  “Mason,” I continue, and now my body really feels as if it’s on fire. I imagine Mason’s cock taking over my pussy, filling me up so completely that my insides feel as if they’re about to tear by the seams. The first time I felt him inside me, his twelve-inches stretching me wide...ah, how do I even describe it? It felt amazing, glorious even.

  By now my wrist is already burning up with pain, but I keep on pushing the vibrator in, moving it and out of my pussy as fast as I can. My brain is working overtime, trying to piece all these memories into one coherent moment, but it’s all so intense that I simply can’t focus.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I groan as I feel that scorching heat taking over my insides, electricity shooting up my spine. Every single muscle in my body starts tensing up, and every cell inside me starts begging for release.

  “AH FUCK!”

  Suddenly, thunder and lightning climb up my spine, swirling around it and exploding inside my skull. I feel all my thoughts scattering in different directions, ricocheting against my skull and bumping into one another. It’s hard to think, it’s hard to breathe!

  The only thing that’s easy right now is to let go...and simply surrender to ecstasy.

  “Ah, ah…” I pant, my body covered in sweat. My hair is plastered to my forehead, strands of it glued to my cheeks, and my lungs feel as if they’re about to explode. My God, I feel like I’ve been at the gym for hours, working out rather than just working over my mind thinking about Mason, Parker, and Derek working over my body.

  The vibrator rolls off my trembling fingers, and I hear it fall off the couch. I keep laying back on the couch, my eyes closed as my chest rises and falls. I can’t believe that I’m going to say this, but just masturbating while thinking of them...well, it’s way better than all the sex I’ve had before they showed up in my life.

  How can that even possible?

  I sit up on the couch, still half-naked, and I throw my head back. My eyes are still closed, my lungs working overtime as I try to reel from everything I’ve felt. It was sinful, almost decadent...and yet - it felt so good!r />
  I close my eyes and slide one hand down my stomach. Stretching my fingers wide, I cup my drenched pussy with the palm of my hand, trembling at my own touch. Before I even know what the hell I’m doing, I have two fingers pressed against my clit, my fingertips softly dancing over it.

  I bite on my lower lip, the aftermath of that sweet orgasm turning into a pleasurable warmth. It takes over my skin, and even though that lustful frenzy has faded away, I still feel my heart beating with desire.

  “Hm,” I sigh, playing with clit softly. I press down on it, while at the same time I keep drawing small circles with my fingertips. The steady movement of my fingers makes the waves of lust rise inside me once more, and it doesn’t take long for my breathing to start becoming ragged again.

  “Ah,” I pant, my voice quivering and echoing throughout my empty living room. When it bounces off the walls and comes back to my owns ears, it almost sounds foreign to me - embedded in it there’s lust and wicked desire, the kind I’ve never experience before.

  I don’t know what happened to me, but it’s almost as if I’m blossoming. Forget about puberty - what’s really needed to turn a girl into a woman is a perfect trio of handsome men. What? Do you think it’s overkill? Well, what if it is? I’m not complaining, that’s for sure.

  I keep on working my clit for God knows long, my fingers moving frantically. I don’t think I’m in control of my own body right now - my movements are automatic, and there’s no one behind the steering wheel. I’m working on instinct alone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  It’s funny, but that’s exactly the way it goes whenever I’m with them. There are no thoughts inside my head - there’s just instinct, a kind of primal urge to do whatever the hell I want to. And between you and me, there are a lot of things I want to do whenever I’m with the three of them. And every single one of them is as filthy as my innocent little mind can come up with.

  Oh, the things I want to do with them. I want to be on all fours, I want to be on my knees. I want to be pushed against the wall, fucked and used like a sex toy. And then I want to make love - to feel their soft lips brushing against my skin, their gentle thrusts as all of me melts away.

  I want it rough.

  I want it gentle.

  I want it all.

  To be honest with you, the how doesn’t even matter that much. As long as I have them, the three of them, I’m happy.

  “Ah, fuck,” I groan, gritting my teeth as I feel an electric spike shooting straight up to my brain, crackling under my skin on its way up. My eyes roll on their orbits once more, my muscles tense up, and it even feels like my bones are rattling.

  Ecstasy.

  Pleasure.

  I don’t even know what I should call this. Who knew that imagination could be this sharp? Thank God these three really showed me what I was capable of…

  Taking my hand out of my pussy, I finally open my eyes and breathe out. My body is covered in sweat, and there’s still that sweet tingling of ecstasy under my skin.

  Ah, there’s only one thing better than this, and that’s the real thing.

  Chapter 20

  Cara

  There’s really nothing better than a warm bath. Especially after you’ve closed your eyes and allowed your imagination to roam free. Even when they’re not around, all I need to do is think of Mason, Derek, and Parker to ... God, I don’t even know how to describe it. Who would’ve known that pleasure like this exists in the real world? Sure, I knew that Abby’s books hinted at it, but experiencing it all firsthand is something else entirely.

  Smiling to myself, I place one towel behind my head and sink down onto the water, my eyes closed as I feel the warm water lapping at my skin. There’s a glass of red wine on the side of the tub, and my whole apartment is covered by an easy silence—the only sound I hear is that of my own heart beating, and the water splashing softly against my breasts as I breathe.

  I remain in there for a long time, sipping on my wine and replaying the last days inside my head. Just a few days ago I was wondering what would be of me if Sienna fired me, and then I ended up losing both my job and my boyfriend. Curiously, I always thought I’d lose it if I had to lose with a situation like that; let’s be real, most women would freak out if something like that happened.

  But I didn’t freak out.

  Instead, I feel energized by the whole thing. Suddenly the future was no longer a road that led to stability and microwaved dinners, but a sinuous path where each bend and curve hides a surprise and an opportunity. Sure, it’s more dangerous to walk down an undiscovered path ... but it’s also more exciting. Besides, I’m not alone in this path; I’m sharing it with three men, all of them more perfect than anything I've ever envisioned.

  God, I’ve never been this happy in my entire —

  I sit up straight in the tub as I hear something coming from outside the bathroom. I wait for a few seconds, just listening, and there’s that sound again; there’s someone knocking at my door, and they’re doing it hard.

  “Crap,” I mutter, standing up and unfolding the towel where I had my head just seconds ago. Stepping out of the tub, I dry myself up as fast as I can, and then I wrap the towel around my naked body. “I’m coming!” I cry out as that incessant knocking continues, and I make my way toward the door, leaving wet footprints behind me.

  “I said I’m coming!” I shout again, already grabbing the handle. I turn it fast and pull on it. I look up then, half-expecting to see a delivery guy on a tight schedule, but that’s not who my eyes meet.

  “Hello, Cara,” Sienna smiles, her hair like a bowl that someone glued to her head. Eek, I’d never leave the house if my hair was in such a state.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask her, never taking my hand off of the door. I’m more than ready to slam it shut. Of course, she seems to be anticipating that already; she puts one foot inside my apartment, just in case I decide to close the door. What she doesn’t know is that I don’t mind if I break her foot. In fact, I’d be more than happy to do it.

  “I’m here with a proposal,” she tells me, that disturbing smile never leaving her lips. Sidestepping me fast, she steps inside my apartment and, with both hands on her hips, she stares at me appraisingly. “How would you like to your old job back, Cara?”

  “My...old job?” I repeat, not entirely sure if I heard it right.

  “Or maybe you’d like to be my co-author? How does that sound?” She continues, her unblinking eyes never leaving mine. I feel my skin prickling under her gaze, and a cold shiver travels up my spine.

  “So, are you that desperate?” I tell her, finally finding the words I was looking for. “You found out you didn’t get the right drive, huh?” I thought my words would be like a punch to her, but she barely seems to have registered them. Instead, her smile just widens.

  “Don’t be a fool, Cara,” she says, lowering her voice. “I’m offering you one last chance. If you decide to go up against me ... well, the consequences will be dire, Cara. And I won’t be able to help you.”

  “What are you even talking about?” I ask her, but I feel my lips growing dry with each passing second. There’s some piece of information I’m missing in here, and I sure as hell don’t like to be playing a game when I don’t know what the rules are.

  “It’s quite simple, actually. All you have to do is expose you little friends. Mason, Derek, and Parker.”

  “You want me to turn against them?”

  “Not exactly. I just want you to be truthful. You always prided yourself in your outstanding morals, so this falls right in your zone of comfort, doesn’t it?” She continues, and that cold shiver in my spine turns into a block of ice. “Just sign a statement and admit that Naughty Angel publishing was behind the break in. Just tell the truth, Cara, and there might be some hope for you.”

  Tightening my grip on the door’s handle, I have to fight against the urge to slap her head off. Thankfully, just one look at her hideous haircut and I manage to control myself.
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  “You’re insane, Sienna,” I whisper, taking one step back. “You’re so jealous of the success others fought so hard for that you're willing to do anything, aren’t you?”

  “I’m ambitious,” she shrugs casually, almost as if she was commenting on the weather. “Is that so big of a sin?”

  “Fuck you, Sienna,” I growl through my gritted teeth. “That’s the only thing I’ve got to tell you.”

  “Oh, that’s a shame,” she shrugs again, her smile widening some more. Then, she reaches into her purse and fishes out of her phone, placing it against her ear.

  “Yes?” She says to whoever is on the other side of the line, her eyes never leaving mine. “She’s right in front of me. Send them in.”

  Chapter 21

  Cara

  “What are you doing?” I ask her, simply watching as she stuffs her phone inside her purse. I have no idea who she was just talking to, but judging by the grin on her face ... well, it can’t be good. But then again, nothing good ever happens when Sienna’s involved.

  “You made your bed, Cara,” she tells me, taking one step toward me. Reacting by instinct, I take one step back and bump against my couch. “Now you’re gonna have to lay on it,” she continues, and as she finishes speaking I hear the elevator doors open on my floor, that characteristic ding feeling like a bad omen.

  Then there’s the sound of heavy boots rushing down the hallway and, before I even realize what’s happening, at least a dozen men in blue uniforms storm into my apartment. They flow around Sienna as they walk in, completely ignoring her, and I feel my heart drop as I notice the FBI jackets these men are wearing. Federal agents in my apartment? What the hell’s going on?

  “What do you think —?” I start to say, but one of the men, a six foot giant with a balding head and an earpiece, stops me mid sentence.

  “We have a warrant,” he informs in that casual tone of someone that has done this courtliness times before. He shoves a document into my hands and, even though I look down at it, I can’t read any of the lines I see in there. All I notice is a court’s stamp of approval.