36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  As I go to work on pushing his shaft deeper into my throat, I can feel someone taking hold of my ass, pushing his body against mine. I turn my head to see Derek lifting my ass. I push my mouth deeper into Parker’s cock. I give him more access to my ass, and I feel his fingers run across my the curve of my ass before he starts to smack my ass with the head of his huge cock. He plunges his cock deep into my ass, making me shiver as the tingling sensation courses through my body. Derek takes hold of my hips while I get a tighter grip with my lips around Parker's cock. My hand reaches out and finds Mason's cock to stroke him while I suck Parker and wiggle my ass for Derek.

  Parker's pre-cum in my mouth fills me with a strong need. In a frenzy, I start to twist and turn my head from one side to the other as I massage his balls deeply. As I keep bobbing up and down on it, my cheeks start to tingle while I keep them tight.

  My pussy is getting wetter with every thrust of Derek in my ass, Parker in my mouth, and Mason in my hand.

  Derek keeps his strokes even as he speeds up his pace. With a lust-fueled frenzy, his balls slap into my pussy, making my clit flutter and my muscles tense up. Parker puts his hands in my hair and starts to tug on it as he thrust his hips into me just as his head explodes shooting his creamy load deep into my throat filling up my mouth completely.

  My grip on Mason’s shaft gets tighter as Derek keeps pounding my ass, all adding to my aching desire to make me take that leap off of that cliff of orgasmic bliss. I squeeze my knees, tight trying to keep my geyser from erupting. I'm holding onto the pre-orgasmic rush as long as I can because I know fucking three alpha males won't exactly be an easy task.

  Deep in my ass, the force of Derek’s exploding orgasm rocketing through me sends a shiver up and down my spine. He holds his hips tight against my ass as he starts to fill me up with hot loads of his cum.

  His sweet, sticky goodness starts to spill out of my hole and runs down my legs. My body can't help but tense up, making me arch my back hard. Using my hand, I aim Mason's cock toward my breasts. I can feel Derek pulling his shaft free from my ass and it starts to shoot onto the small of my back. The warmth of his sticky goodness feels good on my skin. Mason’s load is dripping in between my breasts, streaming down my stomach. Once his cock comes to a stop, I pull Parker’s still-hard shaft from my throat. Letting it fall by my face teasing him one more time I run my tongue quickly across his head savoring the last drop. Moving my mouth over to Mason I run my tongue slowly across the head wiggling my tongue on the tip of his cock, enjoying the taste of his cum spilled over the length of his cock.

  Sliding my tongue up and down the sides, I scoop up the creamy nectar, putting it into my mouth devouring every drop.

  I can feel their gaze burning on my skin, as they watch me lustfully. Moving slowly, making sure to lock eyes with all three of my men, the thrill of this incredible experience blows my mind all over again. I'm slowly being pulled to my feet by Mason's strong arms wrapped around mine. Sliding his arms around my back, he pulls me into him and lifts me up slightly. I wrap my legs around his waist, and Parker and Derek are kneeling right next to him. Heat hotter than a thousand suns blaze in their eyes, and I know we've only just begun tonight.

  Mason and Derek sit on opposite sides and hold their cocks up, their legs pulled back so that they can hinge at their knees for some thrusting leverage.

  Parker turns me so that my ass is facing him.

  Parker picks me up like I weigh nothing and lowers me down, so that Mason and Derek’s cocks stretch my pussy so full that I’m about to pass out from the intensity. I gasp loudly as they slowly but surely fill me up so completely that my mind is basically blown.

  Parker’s hands rub the small of my back and I feel him gaining purchase and I know he’s going the fuck my ass while these two men are pumping into my pussy!

  I think real hard about just how much cock I’m about to take.

  This is like the really dramatic scene in the movie where the heroine has to decide if she’s ready to take on that brave new challenge. Of course, for me, I’m just getting fucked so much that I’m going to possibly black out when I cum.

  I know I want it. I mean, would you say no if you were as wet as I am, and as ready to be filled up?

  Nope.

  We’re naughty like that.

  “Fuck me, all three of you,” I say, adding, “I can’t wait.”

  Parker doesn’t slowly enter my ass. He invades me, slamming so deep inside that I yelp. I feel his fingers on my clit and that instant impact is perfectly timed with Mason and Derek pumping their cocks into my very stuffed pussy. I don’t seem to have a voice anymore but I’m gasping to fill my lungs back up with air. My eyes roll back in my hand and my hands flounce around.

  Parker keeps one hand on my clit, but the other grabs my hands and holds them behind my back, using them as a handle to fuck me so hard that I’m practically seeing kaleidoscopes behind my eyes.

  I don’t know where one orgasm starts and another ends, and I feel how hard all of their cocks are so I know that they’re on the precipice, too. My muscles squeeze around all of them and I’m whimpering with the sheer lust coursing through me.

  “Fuck, Cara, you look so fucking hot taking all our cocks like this,” Derek says. He leans forward enough to press his fingers to my lips and I suck him. I want to have their cocks in me, and I want to suck his fingers. I need to have every last hole stuffed so full I can’t handle it. I want to moan out for this, but Mason reads my mind and brings his fingers forward so that I’m sucking both of their fingers.

  My mouth is full, my pussy is full, and Parker’s ramming his cock so deep in my ass that I feel like there is a war drum of pleasure pounding through my body. I cry out, the sound strangled by the fingers stuffing my mouth.

  As the three of them all start to get harder than steel from those already rock hard erections, my own orgasm comes so intensely when I feel their loads filling me up that I squirt. I mean, not the other kinds of waterfall-like experiences where I just spray so much cum I make a big mess. This is so much more. I practically explode and the force is so intense that I actually push the cocks out of me. Parker scoops me up into his arms, and Mason and Derek’s fingers drop from my mouth to both work my clit. They’re coming everywhere, and so am I.

  I start to giggle as I come down from the high. “Our driver is going to think we poured buckets of water onto the leather seats or something. I hope you’re tipping well, Parker,” I say.

  We all burst into laughter.

  Parker gets a super serious look on his face. “Um, I’ll make sure that this is handled,” he says. It's so fucking sexy, even after all that. Because I see the looks on all their faces after we share this laugh. They aren’t just the most incredible lovers I’ve ever had, but they’re the most incredible people.

  I open my mouth to say something to him but I realize I’m perfectly happy being silent and basking in the sex haze that’s overtaking my brain.

  Such pleasure.

  I hope it never goes away.

  If I only knew what was coming, I’d enjoy it more I guess.

  Oops. Did I just give a spoiler?

  Chapter 17

  Mason

  I walk into the offices of BookFinder to see that Derek and Parker are already waiting for me. Cara’s not here and that’s not a problem right now because today we have to go over some of the data that we found in the USB flash drive taken from Sienna’s office.

  “Finally got here,” Derek says to me as he looks up from his seat at the table. They've been waiting what… maybe 15 minutes? To get here, I had to take the circuitous route in case Sienna is watching us. She doesn’t know that what we found in the flash drive can’t be deleted. I take the device out of my pocket and close the blinds on the windows.

  Yeah, I’m that fucking paranoid today.

  I put the drive into a central memory dump connected to laptops that sit in front of both men.

  “Gentlemen,” I say to them as I sit d
own. “We’re looking through the data today. We’re going to have to go through this shit and find the evidence that we’re looking for. It might take hours or it might take days, but I guarantee you that whatever we need and whatever Sienna is planning is stored in here.”

  Parker already has the laptop connected and he’s scrolling through the various directories and subdirectories that belong to Sienna Sinner.

  I know. What we’re doing is literally an invasion of privacy. But the stakes are pretty fucking high on this one, you know? The entire fate of one of the most iconic and inspiring modern publishing houses to emerge out of self-publishing might be at stake. I try to tell myself that the ends justify the fucking means.

  I mean, they have to. Right? We can’t be doing this for no reason. We can’t have broken into an author’s office and stolen her personal and confidential files unless Cara had a very, very good reason for blowing the whistle on Sienna.

  That’s what I tell myself as I look at Derek and Parker. I can see the conflict in their eyes. They want to find the smoking gun that shows how Naughty Angel Publishing is going to be forced to shut it’s doors. But they’re a bit squeamish at what they’re being asked to do.

  I get it. I feel the same way. But I also know that we need to man the fuck up and do what we don’t like when times require it.

  “Looks like Sienna’s got her private diary in here too,” Derek says, scrolling through the file.

  I clear my throat and push the projector integration button and the screen of my laptop shows up on the projector screen an instant later.

  Nifty little tool that I have for sharing my workspace. And I need to distract people from getting too caught up and empathizing with Sienna.

  “I mean it looks like she’s got everything on here,” Parker says. “There’s even a fucking folder called ‘sexts.’”

  This has the potential to get sidetracked really fast. Besides, looking at naked pictures of Sienna’s pussy isn’t why we’re here. We need to focus.

  “Listen, let’s put Sexting with Sienna on the backburner for a second,” I say standing up and drawing their attention. “We’re looking for any sign that there was any sort of collusion between Sienna and any sort of third party to bring down Naughty Angel Publishing.”

  “And what do we do when we find it?” Derek asks. It’s not a challenge. The dude is genuinely interested in the fucking long game and I realize just how much I misjudged him from the very beginning. See, I thought that everyone associated with Sienna Sinner was a fucking scammer. I shut her out and I included everyone that worked for her too. But the fact of the matter as far as I can see is that these people followed her. But they trusted her that she was leading them along the right path.

  Which makes her even worse of a person. Because she knows that these people who work for her – her models, her publicists, her PAs – they’ve entrusted their livelihoods to her. And her going all fucking black hat only places them in the spot where eventually they’re going to get fucked.

  And to do that with someone who has trusted you with their livelihood is the worst thing a person can do.

  All this goes through my head as I’m about to answer Derek. But Parker beats me to the punch.

  “Once we have conclusive proof, we’ll take that information to Abby Angel who runs Naughty Angel Publishing. Mason will most likely take the information to the RGAA. Abby will probably take it to Rainforest.com executives. And Sienna will be banned from the Cradle store that Rainforest runs,” he says. There’s a gleam in his eye and I can tell he’s looking forward to the day when his boss doesn’t have to worry about Sienna, who at one point was someone Abby looked up to. That was great for a while, until Naughty Angel Publishing really blew up. And then that success? It was just looked on with resentment.

  Parker summed it up better than I could've expected and Derek looks satisfied. Nodding to myself, I sit down and start scrolling through the directories.

  There’s enough on this hard drive to give the most jaded blogger a fucking boner. Release strategies. Books that Sienna was taking ideas from to change around to make hers. Everything that would make a great expose.

  But nothing that was overtly illegal.

  Did we make a mistake?

  I’m beginning to despair that she managed to move any incriminating evidence. Until Derek chimes in with a question.

  “Guys, have you ever heard of a new site? Called Pure Smut For You?” he asks us.

  Parker and I both shake our heads and I see his face go pale.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Has Cara ever been a published author?” Derek answers with a question.

  Again, Parker and I shake our heads. I should know if she was. I know every author that comes out of the big brands to branch off. And Cara has always been a PA.

  There’s a look of concern in Derek’s eyes.

  “Then you better come take a look at this,” he says to me. “I think we found our fucking smoking gun.”

  Chapter 18

  Cara

  Life—it drags you down into the gutter, but then it carries you toward the clear waters of an open ocean. That’s how I’d describe the last days. I lost my job, lost my boyfriend … but then the whole world seemed to blossom like a flower around me.

  Derek.

  Mason.

  Parker.

  Three men, each one of them offering me a helping hand when I needed it the most. Who’d believe that I, nothing but a simple assistant to a raging bitch, would find herself in the arms of three men as handsome as they are? Sometimes life’s stranger than fiction.

  “And here’s to me,” I whisper to myself as I pull the cork from a bottle of Pinot Noir, one that I kept stashed away for a special occasion. Well, I guess that the situation I’m in gives me the right to enjoy a glass, doesn’t it? Sure, I’m wearing my lucky pajamas, and not a gala dress… But sometimes you don’t need fireworks to celebrate.

  Tilting the bottle, I pour the wine onto the glass, only stopping when the thick red has settled in the middle of it. I put the cork back into the bottle, and then saunter over to my couch; I sink down onto it, kicking my feet up and resting them on the coffee table, and then I reach for my Cradle.

  Powering it up, I glance at the pink tones of the 24 Inches cover and then press my thumb on it, mentally preparing myself to feel my brain heating up inside my skull. In just a few seconds I’m sucked into a world where everything’s possible and women are the center of the universe. I guess I might say something like ‘I wish stuff like this happened in real life,’ but I no longer have that right; after everything that happened between me and the most perfect men I’ve ever met, my life feels even more outlandish than one of Abby’s novels. Sipping on my wine while I read, I let that familiar warmness spread all over my body, and my breathing grows more and more ragged with each page flip. Before I know it, I have my legs pressed together, the wetness there making me feel all slippery.

  It doesn’t take long for my glass of wine to be empty. And by the time that happens, I’m more than ready to ... indulge myself. No, I’m not talking about drinking some more. Although I wouldn’t say no to another glass, right now I can’t be bothered with getting up from the couch.

  That’d just ruin the moment.

  My eyes fly over the words on the screen, and soon enough a fog starts clouding my vision. Words turn into images, and images turn into sweet electricity crackling under my skin.

  Running the tip of my tongue between my dry lips, I place the Cradle on top of the coffee table and close my eyes. Twenty-four inches of pure pleasure… I wonder what Abby went through to write that book. If only she knew how good thirty-six-inches really are, I have no doubt that I’d be reading a completely different book right now.

  Still with my eyes closed, my mind drifts back to those moments I shared with Derek, Mason, and Parker… Their big hands tracing the contour of my body, pulling at the fabric of my dress and turning my mind into a jumbled mess
of incoherent thoughts.

  I don’t know what it is about them, but they turn sex into an…art form. It’s hard to explain, but once those lips brushed against my skin, soft and furious at the same time, I knew that it went beyond the physical. My body burned, yes, but so did my brain and soul.

  In a way, I think I should thank Sienna for what she did to me. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be in that cramped office, slaving away and trying to find readers willing to read her advanced copies. Not an easy task, considering that most of her writing is as flat as the floor of my apartment.

  But after she ripped Trevor out of my life, taking my job as well, everything started happening fast… And now, the old, shy Cara from before has given way to someone who’s stronger. Someone strong enough to survive the burning lust of three men. And now here I am: thinking of them while the wetness between my thighs keeps on growing, completely soaking my panties.

  I can’t help myself; breathing in deeply, I place one hand on my stomach and move it down, sliding it underneath my pajama pants and pressing down on my drenched panties. The moment I feel the pressure of my fingertips against my pussy, my eyes roll in their orbits and a column of fire rises up my spine, turning all thoughts inside my brain into volcanic ash.

  I knew that the moment I combined red wine with one of Abby’s books, that the night would end like this… Add to the mix the memories of what happened between me and the three men that stormed into my life, and you have an explosive combination.

  Pursing my lips, I push my pants down and kick them off to the floor. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but I’ve been honest with you so far, haven’t I? I won’t be coy with you, as long as you promise not to judge.