TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Baby, did you have a good day?” Karl nuzzled against my throat the other night. I gasped because his hand was trailing down my thigh, or maybe it was Kato’s hand, and I shivered as it neared my puss, exploring that soft crevice between my cunny and leg.

  “I did,” I said, taking a deep breath and raising one knee high for better access, “but I’m worried about one of my clients. He’s just not getting it,” I said slowly, sighing a bit as mysterious fingers stroked my labia, pulling and pinching on that sensitive flesh. Needless to say, my panties were long gone, that damp, wet little ball of cloth discarded on the floor somewhere.

  Karl grunted in reply, sitting up slightly before turning me so that he could stroke my back, massage those tense muscles, and Kristian swooped in to kiss me then, taking my mouth deeply, muttering against my lips.

  “What’s wrong with the client?” he asked. “Is someone defaulting on their loan?”

  I laughed. If only it was that easy.

  “It’s not that,” I said slowly, as Kristian stroked my arms, the golden curves of my shoulders before tweaking a nipple, making me gasp with surprise and arousal. “It’s that the client’s not doing what’s best for his business. I told him that with restaurants, you’ve got to comply with all of the City’s codes, but he won’t install a new vent, he keeps saying that the old one is enough. I’m worried because the city inspector is going to come by soon and shut him down. And then what? Then he’ll have no income, no way to support his family, much less pay back our loan.”

  Kato growled in his throat while teasing my tits, weighing one pendulous orb in each hand, massaging, squeezing them.

  “I think what you should do,” he said, nuzzling the soft skin behind my ear, “is to bring him by that place on West Street, the old, boarded-up joint that used to sell burgers. They were going at it gangbusters until they were closed by the City, right?” he remarked, shooting a glance at his brother. “Karl and I stopped by there a couple times with the guys and one day, bam! There was a sign saying “Closed for renovations.” But we knew it wasn’t renovations, it was because they were violating all sorts of ordinances, keeping the place open with chicken wire and duct tape.”

  And I sighed because that’s what I loved about my men. Instead of swooping in and saying, “I’ll take care of that for you,” or “I’ll put my men on it,” they understood that non-profit work was my baby, that I loved working hands-on with my clients, helping them grow their businesses from the ground up. And so they advised, they informed, they offered suggestions, but they didn’t pry, they didn’t insist or lord their experience and connections over me. Because it would have been so easy. Karl and Kato were handy, they probably could install a hood vent, a new boiler, figure out weird dripping sounds in a matter of minutes. And Kristian? Well, he was the Crown Prince and could have made sure the inspector saw only what he should have seen. But instead, we were going about the right way, taking our time, not cutting any corners, helping the Roma establish themselves while building a reputation.

  And so I was triply grateful to them, showing them how much I cared, how much I adored them in every way possible. I kissed them back hungrily, my body putty in their hands, creaming already, my kitty glossy with desire, nectar running in rivulets down my thighs.

  “Yes,” I moaned, as Kato bent me over, my ass in the air. “Yes, yes,” I husked again, the musk so strong, so arousing, that the three men were immediately at full mast, forty-five inches of power ready to go.

  And I squealed when Kato pulled out the little rubber plug I’d been sleeping with, the knob coming out with a pop, my anus contracting, flexing a little now that it was empty.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned, as one of the men rubbed my dark star, teasing, tickling, before easing a big finger into that canal.

  “You’ve done well baby,” said Kristian throatily, his dick bumping my chin, lightly tracing against my lips. And like a crazed woman, I tried to catch it in my mouth, to taste the hot rod, the seed that was already spilling from the tip. “You’ve been good, sleeping with a butt plug every night, we’re just loosening you up baby, soon, soon.”

  And the finger in my ass became two, another huge digit joining what was already back there. It felt so good that my pussy creamed hotly and I squealed, the juices running down my thighs, my glossy pink steaming with desire, hot waves of musk pulsing, drawing the men like magnets. And I sighed and moaned again, tossing my head when the digits in my butt began to scissor slowly, stretching me out.

  “Fuck,” ground out Karl from above my head. “Her walls are loosening, feel.”

  And unbelievably, another finger joined the two in my ass. I was stretched so full, so tight, that the only thing to do was to ask for more. So I grabbed my ankles, bending over further, opening myself, stretching, my body shivering, my cunny clenching as my dark star was violated.

  “You’re right,” ground out Kato. “She’s loosening up but she’s still so fucking small.”

  “Hold on,” growled Kristian, “let me try.” And the Venetian pushed a big digit in as well … to join the three that were already in me.

  By now I was so loose, so aroused, that my cunny spasmed on its own, the orgasm ripping through my body, my boobs shaking pendulously as they ran their fingers in and out of my behind, letting me savor the dry penetration of three men in my back hole, the rub incredible, my rusty star clenching rhythmically.

  “Ah ah ah!” I shrieked, unable to stop myself, lightning jolts running through my arms and legs before centering in my cunt, a burning fire, the spasms delicious and uncontrollable. “Ohhhh!” I cried out, my legs buckling as my kitty gave it up, clenching and unclenching, my ass bouncing this way and that as the fingers did their penetrating dance.

  And finally I collapsed only to be caught in Kato’s strong arms, the men chuckling deeply as they pulled their fingers from me with sweet rasps, the dry slide unbearably good even in the aftermath of my come.

  “Baby girl,” murmured Kato into my ear, settling me into his arms, “let’s get the rest of that juice out.”

  And he reached between my legs, stroking my clit once or twice, making me shiver with want and desire all over again before parting my pussy lips, opening my hole once more for all to see.

  “Bear down baby,” he said, “bear down.”

  And despite the fact that none of them had come in me yet, I knew what he wanted. My honey is so copious, running like a continuous stream that I can do a cream pie from vaginal juices alone. And so I pushed with my lower abs, flexing and clenching as best I could while letting out a slight whine, and sure enough a froth of white bubbled at my hole before dripping out, leaking wetly onto the floor between my legs, the oozy goo viscous and thick.

  “Fuck she’s beautiful,” rasped Karl, his hand on his cock, eyes glued to my pink slit, pulsing, glowing even in rapture.

  “Absolutely stunning,” agreed Kristian, his dick waving in the air, ready to go, laced with pulsing veins that looked about to burst.

  And I just smiled before running a small hand between my legs, parting my pussy lips even wider, displaying my clit before touching the white and bringing it to my lips for a sample.

  “Mmm, delicious,” I cooed, leaning back against Kato’s chest while lasciviously licking my lips, my small pink tongue darting out mischievously. “Fancy a taste?”

  And the three men were on me in a flash, donkeys out and ready to pound.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Kato

  “Come on Mom, let me help you get your stuff,” I said, heaving a huge duffel bag into the back of the car.

  “Thanks baby,” said Violet, dragging along a rollerboard. “And I have one more. Karl, can you grab that big suitcase over there?”

  My twin and I rolled our eyes at one another. Our mom was only in St. Venetia for a week, but she’d packed enough for a month-long visit. Then again, our mom always perfectly dressed, her make-up in place with a warm, bubbly air.

  Because Violet’s always
been a looker with her snappy blue eyes and thick brown hair. Although there were a few streaks of grey now, her jawline not quite as sharp, cheeks slightly faded, Violet still did well. She took good care of herself and was careful to stay out of the sun, with few age spots or wrinkles except when she laughed, which was often.

  So our mother could get dates, that wasn’t the issue. It was something else entirely, and neither Karl nor I could figure it out. On one of the rare occasions she spoke about her choice to stay single, Violet was evasive and vague, not giving much away.

  “Oh you know,” she said with a smile, “I don’t need any men in my life but you two.”

  My bro snorted.

  “Mom, that’s very kind but Kato and I are grown now, besides we’re about to leave for the Marines. What about you? Who are you going to spend time with? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a special someone?”

  And her eyes clouded briefly, that clear blue turning a hazy gray.

  “Oh you know, there are men here and there,” she said vaguely before turning back to us. “I don’t need much and I keep myself busy, I’m happy with my knitting and card games.”

  I snorted. Her knitting group and bridge club were all old ladies, an estrogen fest, so not exactly the places to meet eligible men. And we couldn’t understand Violet’s reluctance. She hadn’t brought someone home in a long time now, in fact hadn’t even gone on a date for years, living the life of a cloistered spinster. There was no reason for her decision, Karl and I didn’t need the sacrifice.

  “Mom, we’d feel better if you found someone,” I said truthfully, concern in my eyes. “It’s odd that you’re home by yourself every night, cooking dinner on your own, eating in front of the TV before going to bed. It’s fine, but a little sad you know? We get worried.”

  Most sons don’t have these types of heart-to-hearts with their mothers but as her only children, we were far more open.

  “Don’t worry about me,” pooh-poohed Violet with a smile. “Besides, I have Alec Trebek and Pat Sajak, so I’m good. They’re the kings of small talk and witty comebacks, time flies when I’m with them.”

  And we just shook our heads. Violet wanted to be alone and there wasn’t much we could do about it, short of creating a Match.com profile for her on the sly and forcing her to go out. So we gave up. Violet was a grown woman after all, perfectly capable of making her own decisions and finding her own path in life. But at least this trip was a nice change, it was good to shake up the landscape once in a while, take a break from the daily grind with a well-deserved vacation.

  “You brought some evening wear right?” I reminded again. “Remember we have the gala at the Palace.”

  “I did,” she confirmed, a bright smile lighting her face. “I’m looking forward to it, it’ll be so fun to get dressed up and see my handsome sons in uniform.”

  Because the Palace was throwing its annual White Ball, a huge event with the cream of Venetian society in attendance. Obviously, Karl and I wouldn’t have been invited but as Legionnaires, our presence was expected and anticipated. Evidently the Legionnaires have a rep as dogs among the ladies, good-looking guys who were soldiers, warriors, the biggest, baddest dudes around, loyal to the Palace and servants of the King. The ladies ate it up, we were like romance heroes come to life, the equivalent of modern-day knights riding into battle, swords at our hips, lances at full mast. Hey, no worries, we were ready to live up to the legend.

  But the White Gala was the perfect event because we’d been angling to get into the Palace, and now it had come without any deception on our part, any efforts to worm our way in, make our way past security. In fact, we would be the security of sorts, on the look out even as we mingled, our eyes scanning, senses on alert. So things couldn’t have worked out more perfectly.

  But that’s the thing. Shit’s good for us now, better than it ever has been. My bro and I have good jobs, we live in a beautiful city, and best of all we’re in a dirty foursome that meets our needs. It’s insane, but we’re the perfect match – Tina’s soft heart and sweet intelligence, Kristian’s power and influence, and mine and Karl’s dominance and sheer physicality.

  So were we ready to blow it up? Were we ready to seriously fuck-up everything when it had just fallen in place? Because what we had planned would ruin everything, throw into chaos everything and everyone that had made us happy recently.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Tina

  “Oh hi,” I said, standing up to greet the older woman with a warm smile. “I’m Tina.”

  Violet was beautiful, petite and trim, aging well. She looked nothing like her sons, except for a humorous expression in her eyes.

  “So nice to meet you,” the older lady gushed, giving me a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you! And Karl and Kato can’t stop talking about you.”

  I smiled back, flushing slightly. How had her sons described me, described my role in their lives? As a friend? A good friend? A “special” friend? God, I hoped they hadn’t mentioned Kristian, just how dirty we were, our set-up non-traditional to say the least.

  But Violet gave me a knowing smile as she sat down, making herself comfortable in the wrought-iron chair. We were at a café in city center, a French bistro with waiters dressed in blue and white striped shirts, an excellent menu and even better drinks.

  “Hmm, what’s good on here?” murmured the older woman, gazing at the menu. “Nah, I don’t feel like a coffee. How about a Bloody Mary?” she suggested with a wink, “Two please!” she signaled to the waiter, miming a drinking gesture.

  And I liked her even more, this friendly, fun woman. It couldn’t have been easy raising Kato and Karl on her own in the U.S., a single mom without many resources and a set of rambunctious twins on her hands. So I felt comfortable immediately, knowing that this woman had probably gone through a lot in life, experienced some serious ups and downs. I decided to set things straight from the get-go and not mosey around.

  “Violet,” I started slowly, “I don’t know what your sons have told you about me, but I wanted to clear things up before we began. Karl, Kato and I, we live together, share an apartment, but we’re not exactly … ah, roommates,” I finished lamely.

  “Of course not honey,” said Violet, taking a sip of her drink. “They’d never be roommates with a woman, too much testosterone,” she said with a wink.

  “Um, yes,” I said slowly. I couldn’t tell if we were on the same page exactly, so I decided to be more specific.

  “It’s not just that, it’s that Karl, Kato and I, well, we like each other, like really like each other,” I said lamely, looking down at my hands and flushing. Why couldn’t I get the words out? I sleep with your sons! In a big bed all together! I’m with both of them, we love each other, and as a kicker there’s another man too! Hmmm, not exactly easy to say.

  But Violet smiled and put a hand over mine.

  “Honey, I know my sons better than you think. They’ve been with me since birth, remember? So I know their proclivities, their preferences, and besides they’re twins, they’ve shared everything since the womb and that includes women,” she said with a wink. I gasped, and Violet nodded.

  “That’s right, Karl and Kato have always shared girlfriends. I don’t think they’ve ever dated independently,” she said, screwing up her face to remember. “Nope, don’t think so,” she nodded. “It’s always been a two for one.”

  I leaned back astounded, and then sat forward quickly, sensing an opportunity to learn more, an opening of sorts.

  “But have Karl and Kato ever done … more?” I asked, my voice hushed.

  Violet looked puzzled.

  “I think they may have dated two girls simultaneously, enjoyed two women together, but is that what you’re asking?” she said, shaking her head, puzzled.

  I took a deep breath. This was so unbelievable, this conversation had started with a jolt, going better than I’d hoped with the twins’ mother no less. So I went for the grand prize.

  “No,” I replied slowly
, “What I mean is that there’s not just three of us, there’s four. There’s another man and we’re all together, it sounds complicated but it’s way less complicated than it sounds,” I said.

  Violet threw her head back and laughed.

  “Honey the way you just described it was like a riddle,” she said with an amused smile. “I can’t believe it’s not complicated but you’re young, you’ll figure it out.”

  I paused momentarily.

  “I know we’re young but that’s the thing. I think we’ve already figured it out,” I said slowly. “This is it. We’re all really happy, me especially so. But because the relationship’s so untraditional we’re keeping it under wraps for now.”

  And Violet quirked an eyebrow.

  “So this isn’t some youthful fling, exploring your sexuality, that kind of deal?” she asked gently.

  I shook my head slowly.

  “No, I don’t think so. I’m in a relationship with three men and it works really well for us. One of us is kind of um, high-profile, so we have to be discreet, but otherwise, it works for us,” I said simply. “I’ve never been so happy.”

  Violet looked at me for a long moment before taking another sip of her Bloody Mary.

  “Well honey, if that’s so, then I’m glad for you,” she said slowly. “That type of happiness is hard to find, and god knows if you’ve got three men it might be even better. Triple the fun, triple the excitement, right?” she asked with a wry grin.

  And my smile burst out radiantly then, like a ray of light from between stormy clouds.

  “Yes, exactly,” I said gratefully. “Thank you for understanding, you can’t imagine what this means to me. We haven’t cleared it with anyone, not that we need anyone’s approval,” I said hastily, “but the boys and I, we haven’t come out to anyone in our respective families, you’re the first,” I finished.