TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance Page 13

“Mmmm,” she cried, her eyes rolling up in her head, the ecstasy rising, impossible to control.

  But I had my sights set on her back hole and pulled out, directing my rod down below once more. Oh yeah, the pucker was tight, unforgiving, it was going to be dry walk in the desert and with no mercy, I fucked my dong up her ass, making her take fifteen inches at once, her ass cavern so musty, the fit so small, that I almost spurted right then, losing my sperm into her sweet butt. And Tina shrieked from the penetration, her eyes closed, face clenching at the mixture of pleasure/pain, body spasming involuntarily.

  “Up here,” murmured Kato, stroking her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucked his dick, her body shaking with my massive rams. “Focus on your mouth and it won’t hurt so bad,” he soothed.

  And Karl did his part too.

  “Feel me massaging your clit, little girl?” he added. “Let yourself ride the wave and Daddy’s cock in your butt won’t hurt so much.”

  And I pulled out and shoved my way in again, fifteen inches in two seconds. Because the three of us were a team, fucking this little girl to heaven and back, making sure she took us all ways, all times, in the most delicious positions, her body bare, open and willing. So I fucked some more, that poor anus getting pounded, the drill going on for a few minutes until she was loose enough, comfortable enough, to move on to the next step.

  Karl confirmed it.

  “Yeah, she’s oozing again,” he growled, lifting his fingers for inspection in the light. And I could see and smell what he was talking about. Our little girl was completely aroused, ready to take three, her aroma strong in the air, her little pink clit waving once more, begging to be touched.

  And Karl didn’t hesitate. He straddled Tina in front of me, donkey dong in hand, rubbing the base of his penis against the bottom of her clit. She squealed around Kato’s penis, it must have felt so good.

  “Gonna feel tight girlie,” he soothed. “It’s gonna be really tight.”

  And with that, Karl started edging into her kitty.

  “MMMMPH!” she shrieked, squirming, her eyes flying open even as her cheeks were stuffed full with Kato’s rod. “MMMPH!”

  “Fuck,” I ground out. “I can feel you through her pussy wall, she’s fucking stuffed.”

  “Shit,” was all Karl ground out in reply. “Make sure she’s sucking hard,” he directed his brother, “her pussy’s tighter when she sucks.”

  And Kato coaxed his dick a little further into her mouth, his balls right up flush with her chin, softly stroking her hair, her cheeks, as she gazed at him wide-eyed.

  “Baby you’re doing great,” he soothed, our little chickadee breathing fast and hard. “You’re taking all three of us great.”

  And with that, we began the pump. Karl and I synchronized ours, his dick going in while mine pulled out, always making sure that there was cock in her pussy or ass. And Kato went at it like a man on fire, pushing his hot rod into her mouth again and again, driving it deeper, the big snake visibly moving down her esophagus as he grunted with pleasure, his eyes never breaking contact with the little girl’s gaze.

  “That’s right chickadee,” he soothed, “you’ve got all your holes filled, three men at once, that’s what you were born to do, right? That’s what you love, what you crave, and Kato, Karl and I, we’re giving it to you.”

  And the girl gushed at those words, I could feel more juice ooze out from between her cunt and Karl’s pole, dripping down to coat my cock with cream.

  “Ahhh fuuuuuck,” I roared, the dirtiness too much, the depravity, the fucking amazing sensations overwhelming me. I shot rope after rope of cum up deep into her ass, spraying her GI tract, her rectum clenching and milking me dry as I gave up the ghost.

  Meanwhile Karl was going at it like a crazed man in her pussy now, his balls raised and tight, guttural grunts erupting from his throat as he worked himself into a frenzy.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered, “Fuck fuck fuck,” before erupting into her pussy, his dick shaking through her pussy walls, the pulses spraying reams of hot jizz over her fertile fields, the veins in his cock throbbing with each jerk of his hips, his face tight, expression hungry as he took in the sight of the girl’s pussy and ass stuffed double.

  And finally, Kato and Tina came simultaneously.

  “Thatta girl,” he groaned, his fists burying in her hair, “Milk me, milk me good,” he muttered and with a mighty heave of his hips, the fifteen incher pushed once more down her throat before pulsing, streams of man potion shooting deep into her stomach, the little girl gasping as she simultaneously came and swallowed.

  Because our little girl loves cum. She savors it, taking down each drop, hating to waste anything, and this time was no exception. As her body pulsed and clenched, her pussy and ass squeezed us hard, drawing the semen in, craving it like it was the water of life. And her mouth, god her mouth was like a hose around Kato’s dong, sucking hungrily, greedily milking him for everything he had, the DNA so tasty, so virile, thick and copious on her tongue.

  Finally, when it was over, the four of us took deep breaths, panting while trying to get our bodies under control, relaxed and sated. But the show wasn’t over yet.

  Karl and I pulled out slowly, simultaneously, two dongs exiting her body at once, our donkeys covered in fluid, mixing for a heavenly, aromatic mess as the girl cried out from the dirty slide. Fuck, I wanted to lick her right then, taste those sweet folds, lap up the nectar of life oozing out between her thighs.

  But Tina has a special talent. With a big finger, I held back one of her pussy lips, the poor thing used, abused, and swollen with arousal, while Karl held back the other, revealing that sweet hole once again.

  “Push honey,” I ground out. “I know you love it in you, but waste it this time, we’ll give you more,” I coaxed.

  And the girl knew what we wanted. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, concentrating, that beautiful face flushing as she bore down, pushing with her abs, her pelvic muscles, her ass cheeks trembling with the effort. And sure enough, a bit of white began coming up from below, rising up inside her hole before bubbling creamily to the top, the fluid viscous, thick and delicious.

  “Push it out baby, push out that cream pie,” I encouraged, my eyes never leaving her slit.

  And even as I spoke it began to overflow, white streaking down Tina’s pussy lips to smear against her ass before dropping onto the floor, adding to the sticky mess already coating everything. Oh fuck, it was so dirty, so depraved, and it was everything we loved about her.

  “You’re beautiful,” I murmured before dropping a kiss on her clit, the nub trembling before I slid down to swipe at the cream pie, get a little on my tongue. It was savory and aromatic, all pussy cream and sperm, a heady brew of arousal mixed with mindblowing satisfaction.

  And Karl followed, except he did me one better. He too, licked her cunt but instead of swallowing, he held the precious mixture in his mouth, balancing it on his tongue before rising up for a deep kiss with our girl, transferring the bubbly mixture into her mouth.

  “Oh ummm,” Tina sighed, savoring it, running it around her mouth. “Tastes good,” she moaned again.

  And we all knew what she was enjoying. Our DNA, the tang of all three of us, sliding down her throat, Kato from fucking her mouth, and Karl and I from the dirty snowball. Goddamn she was perfect, everything about this girl, the sluttiness, the way she was open all the time, her legs spread whenever we were in the vicinity, not to mention the sweet, caring personality that showed itself more every day. She belonged to us in every way, shape, and form, and there could be no other, no one more perfect at the center of our filthy foursome.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Karl

  Our life with Tina is beyond spectacular, it’s everything that we’ve ever dreamed of. That tangy pussy, those pendulous boobs, always on display, always open and ready for us whenever we want.

  And yeah, Kato, Kristian and I, we want it a lot. Going at her days, nights, sometimes a
ll day and all night on weekends, the three of us like raving lunatics, hungry dogs ravishing her again and again. It’s a miracle that she’s not pregnant yet … because we haven’t been using protection.

  It’s a little odd. Kato and I are usually sticklers about this stuff, we’re dogs yeah, but we didn’t want to be leaving our DNA in random sluts all over Europe. So we’ve always used condoms, never trusting girls who claimed to be on the pill.

  And Kristian is even more of a mystery. That dude is a prince for crying out loud, with a title and a fortune at his fingertips, you’d think he’d insist on layers of protection, maybe an IUD, the pill, and a condom all at once, he’s got so much on the line. But curiously, he seems even less concerned than we are, regularly coming in Tina’s pussy again and again, shooting hot sperm into her depths, spraying those sweet fields with DNA.

  So I can feel the future lurking, rolling towards us inexorably before it hits full force. After all, the brunette’s only eighteen, nubile, and fertile, with three guys going at her non-stop. So it’s just a matter of time, right? If it hasn’t already happened.

  But I feel good about a potential pregnancy, and I know Kristian and Kato do too. Because there’s something amazing about Tina, the sweet smile, the luscious bod, the giving personality, it seems right to see her swell up with our child, see her curvy form become even curvier with a baby inside. Plus, we adore her, the fact that she cooks us dinner after a long day at work at the non-profit, always providing sex no matter how tired she is, letting three men work her over, fill her up, use her body to our heart’s content, even if she’d rather be taking a bubble bath, steaming those sweet muscles, soaking that pretty pussy that’s getting pounded all the time.

  So yeah, we’ve done everything by the book as much as possible, treating Tina with care, with love, savoring her company, and lately, introducing Violet. Because we want our mom to like the girl we’ve chosen, and it seems like they get along like a house on fire.

  Speaking of which, where was Violet in this crowd? I’d been so busy making small talk at the gala and accepting congratulations that I hadn’t had a moment to spare. I spotted Mom in the corner and made my way over.

  “You having a good time?” I asked, replacing her drink with a refresher.

  “Oh yeah, absolutely,” said Violet, her face breaking out into a dazzling smile. “You and Kato look so handsome in these white uniforms,” she complimented, brushing an invisible speck of dust off my arm.

  I rolled my eyes, moms will be moms. But why wasn’t Violet mingling, why was she standing here, behind a tapestry, keeping to herself? That wasn’t like her, our mom was bubbly and outgoing, friendly almost to a fault.

  And it seemed like my brother was thinking the same thing.

  “Ma, what are you doing back here?” he asked, coming up with a plate of hors d’oeuvres in hand. “We wanted you to get out and mingle, have a good time,” he said. “I mean, yeah, I realize Georg is here, but it’s not like he’s going to recognize you.”

  And here, our mom’s smile faded a little.

  “No, he wouldn’t would he?” she said softly, lifting a hand to her face. “I don’t look the way I did so long ago,” she said a little wistfully, sadly. “Back then I was a pretty flight attendant, and now I’m … well, I’m an old lady.”

  I shot my bro a dirty look. What the fuck was his problem? WTF? I cut him off before he could say another word.

  “Mom, you look beautiful,” I assured her, “not a day over twenty.”

  And she smiled at me, a sparkle returning to her eye.

  “Honey, you’re very flattering but I’m in my forties now, hardly a spring chicken,” she said mischievously. “Besides, when do you guys get knighted? Is that what you call it? Knighted?”

  And I laughed. I was glad the depressing mood had passed, that Violet was back to her old self.

  “The ceremony’s going to start in a few minutes, and no, we’re not being knighted. We’re being inducted into a brotherhood, the brotherhood of Legionnaires, personal body men for the royal family. Like the Secret Service is for the president, except here, we’re body men for the Crown Prince.”

  And that made my mom’s head turn.

  “Is he here?” she said, scanning the crowd, her eyes curious. “Is Prince Kristian here? I don’t see him.”

  I just shook my head. I didn’t blame her for her interest. Kristian was our boss after all, so she wanted to get a look, and for a lot of women he was a full-on heartthrob, a Prince Charming straight out of the storybooks. No joke, the dude’s got groupies, screaming women who show up at his public events, begging for autographs. It’s bad sometimes, it’s embarrassing when the Prince was trying to have a serious conversation about nuclear disarmament and there are middle-aged ladies a few hundred feet away with posters reading, “I LOVE THE PRINCE,” and “KRISTIAN TAKE ME, I’M YOURS!” But he handled it well, all in a day’s work after all.

  So I pointed him out.

  “He’s over there,” I said, gesturing to the left, “See right there, among that gaggle of women.”

  And my mom looked long and hard, her face expressionless before breaking out into a glowing smile.

  “He’s so handsome, and he looks just like you,” she breathed softly. “Just like you and Kato.”

  That was true, more than a few people had commented on our resemblance to Kristian, but then again, we’re all tall and built with black hair and blue eyes – hardly unique, you just had to look close to see differences. But this was my mom, and I humored her.

  “Yeah, we’re almost like triplets, right?” I teased.

  And my mom took a deep breath, frozen, before turning to us again.

  “Right, triplets,” she said softly.

  But then trumpets started up and the moment passed, the blaring notes announcing the start of the ceremony.

  “We gotta go,” I called to Violet, heading to a stairwell with my brother. “But you can watch from below, don’t worry you’ll be able to see everything.”

  And Violet nodded, her eyes sparkling, but also wistful and sad at the same time. I thought I saw a sheen of tears but that was to be expected. After all, her twin sons were moving on, moving onto a new life, a new woman, and a new job. It was all new beginnings from here on out … and yet there was so much to remember.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Kristian

  My dad was staring at himself in the mirror as we waited in a hallway, ready to be called out onto the dais. He brushed his grey hair this way and that, rearranging the wispy strands over his bald spot.

  “Looking good big guy,” he muttered to himself, “looking good.”

  And I shrugged. Georg wasn’t looking good, he was fifty and overweight, with a huge paunch and scrawny legs, but that wasn’t my problem. After all, the King did what he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise.

  “Come on,” I gestured to my two body men. “It’s about to start.”

  And Kato and Karl made their way forward slowly, their imposing frames heavy and athletic, stepping out from the shadows. They remained still, silent, their faces impassive, impossible to read.

  Because Karl and Kato always been curiously quiet around the King. It’s not that they’re rude or insolent or any unprofessional shit like that, it’s that they don’t say much, don’t show much. I’ve always chalked it up to being professional soldiers. Combat makes men hard, I’ve seen it with the vets that I work with, and I guess the hardness can set in early, forming an impenetrable shell. Well, they’d loosen up over time. The quality of our lives with Tina was a balm to our souls, her energy, her light so amazing and uplifting at once, we found ourselves laughing without realizing why sometimes.

  And at that moment, the trumpets stopped playing, the crowd growing hushed. That was our cue. My dad and I stepped onto the dais, looking out over the crowd below, Georg all smiles, jovial and red-faced.

  “My people,” he declared, waving an arm expansively. “Thank you for joining us
at the marvelous event. The White Gala is a tribute to the greatness of St. Venetia, our city-state’s gallant history and rapturous future.”

  I tried not to roll my eyes. Most likely, Dad had written the speech himself, it was so ridiculous. Gallant history? Rapturous future? It was so flowery, so over-the-top, so one hundred percent Georg.

  But the crowd ate it up, bursting into applause, murmurs of approval running through the air. So my dad continued.

  “We are here today to celebrate the induction of two new warriors into the esteemed brotherhood of Legionnaires, established by my ancestor, Karon the Fifth in 1512 as a contingent of personal body men for the royal family,” continued my dad. “We welcome these two gallant knights into the brotherhood as loyal servants of the King, serpents of the staff, and centurions of the future!”

  I schooled myself to remain impassive, the metaphors really getting to me. Hopefully people weren’t laughing behind their hands, they realized this was just Georg being Georg. But on cue, Karl and Kato came out, striding onto the dais confidently, their bearing immaculate, soldiers to the core.

  The men dropped to one knee before my father, one arm crossed across their chests. And my dad took a long staff, ready to touch them on each shoulder. It was kinda like being knighted, there was just no title associated with the induction.

  “Do you swear to be loyal of hand and of staff, seeking to serve every man as best ye may? Seek ye the fellowship of good men, hearken unto their words and remember them?” My dad droned on and on, reciting the pledge of the Legionnaires, reading off a teleprompter now.

  But finally, he got to the end.

  “And do you, Karl and Kato …” he sputtered for a moment, eyes bugging wide.

  What was the problem? Did the teleprompter malfunction? Did he get a crick in his throat for some reason? Who knew? Georg took a deep breath and started again.

  “Do you, Karl and Kato Smith-Venetia, solemnly swear to obey the fiat of the Legionnaires, commit yourself to the Brotherhood wholeheartedly, and become one with the true faith?”