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?