TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

Violet smiled gently then.

  “Honey, I’m honored,” she said. “I’m honored that you chose to share your news with me, that you chose my sons to love, that you’re in a relationship with them. And so what if it isn’t traditional? It’d hard to find someone at all these days, much less three men. I mean look at me,” she added wryly. “I’ve been single for decades now, drying up on the vine so to speak.”

  And I shook my head, surprised. Violet was a beautiful woman, aging but pretty and vivacious still. Why hadn’t she met someone?

  “Maybe you’ll meet someone here on vacation,” I said encouragingly, sitting back and relaxing. The hard part of the conversation was over now, going much better than I’d expected, and I could let down my defensive walls and open up some. “There’s the gala, I bet there are some nice gentlemen there who’d only be too happy to get to know you.”

  And at that, Violet smiled before frowning again.

  “Oh yes, the gala,” she said faintly. “My sons invited me to St. Venetia to attend the gala,” she said. “They’ll be formally inducted as Legionnaires that night, it’s a big deal. I wouldn’t miss it for the world of course,” she added hastily.

  “No of course not,” I said, “Everyone who’s anyone in St. Venetia will be there.” I didn’t add that our mysterious fourth, Prince Kristian, would be there as well.

  “And will the King attend?” asked Violet casually, a little too casually.

  I nodded.

  “I suppose so,” I frowned. “I think King Georg goes every year, and the money benefits charities that he patronizes, so it’d be a little weird if he weren’t there. But it’ll be a good time nonetheless even if the King doesn’t show,” I said. “We’ll see. The important thing is that we’re there for Karl and Kato.”

  And Violet was silent, nodding thoughtfully.

  “I’ll be there,” she said quietly before pepping up. “Now tell me, where were you from again?”

  And before I knew it, I was spilling out my life history, how my family was in a financial bind, how I’d been shipped off to Miss Carroll’s to find a rich husband to revive our flagging fortunes.

  And Violet laughed, hearing it all.

  “Well I don’t think your mom and dad are going to be too happy hearing about Kato and Karl then,” she said wryly. “I’m so sorry but we were middle class in the U.S., and although my boys are paid well as soldiers of the Crown now, I don’t think it even comes near what your parents are hoping for.”

  “Oh don’t apologize,” I said quickly. “Kato and Karl are my everything, they make a good living and enough is enough, you know what I mean? It’s my parents who are running low on options, they bet the house by sending me to Miss Carroll’s, hoping I’d snag a rich man.”

  And Violet looked at me thoughtfully.

  “You know, I used to be so jealous of girls like you. I’d see you from afar, beautiful, put-together, confident, and think of all the men who wanted to be with you, marry you,” she said wryly. “Little did I realize how much I had.”

  I was puzzled. I thought Violet was American, with a career as a flight attendant. When had she ever been in contact with minor European nobility? But I brushed it out of my head.

  “But you had the twins, and that’s the best gift of all,” I stated stoutly.

  “Tell that to a single mom with babies who won’t stop crying,” she said wryly. “There were times when I hadn’t slept for thirty-six hours, days when I thought to myself, ‘what did I do to deserve this?’”

  And again, I was confused. After all, it’s almost a crime to talk about motherhood as anything but rainbows and light, almost sacrilege if you admit that pregnancy and babies weren’t your thing. But Violet continued, more to herself than anyone.

  “But I came out of it okay and my sons came out of it okay, and that’s what matters,” she said. “I didn’t want them to be bitter towards their dad, he was such an asshole and wouldn’t give them the time of day, never bothered to acknowledge them. I think I did okay, right?”

  I nodded, affirming her question.

  “You did more than okay, Violet. The twins are wonderful, upstanding, honorable men, that’s why they were selected for the Legionnaires. But they never talk about their dad, in fact I don’t even know who he is,” I admitted. “It’s the one area that they won’t open up about. I know about their childhood, their life on the farm, their time as merchant mariners, their hopes and dreams, but you’re all they ever mention when it comes to family.”

  And Violet gave a small, sad smile then, a flash of understanding crossing her face.

  “I was hoping they were better adjusted, that it wasn’t some deep, dark pain inside, but I guess you can only do so much,” she sighed. “Anyways, it explains a lot and I only hope they keep growing, expanding as people, broadening their horizons. And honey,” here she caught my hand, “I think they’ve already started that with you, the new job, moving to St. Venetia, settling down, all these recent changes. I think they’re starting a new phase in life and wanted me to come see just as it blossomed.”

  “Of course they wanted you to come,” I said, smiling. “It’s important to support family on a momentous occasion like this. Cheers to Karl and Kato, the loves of our lives!” and with that we clinked glasses and laughed, bonded in our adoration for the men.

  But what Violet didn’t realize was the importance of our fourth … Prince Kristian, whom I loved just as much, worshiped with my mind, body, and soul, my heart fluttering around all three men, my deepest recesses growing wet in their presence. When would be the time to come out? Would there ever be a time to reveal our dirty quartet to the world? Sure, Violet was fine with it, but everyone else, the world at large? That was pushing the boundaries and only time would tell.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Kristian

  The gala was at full hum, the clinking of champagne glasses and tinny strains of an orchestra filling my ears. The White Ball is an annual event thrown by the Palace to benefit a couple of the Crown’s charities. Of course my dad loved it, he was host, MC and benevolent ruler all in one, the star of the show. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, it had taken triple bypass surgery a couple years back to keep him at home.

  Of course, the gala was also being held in our “home,” the Venetian Palace. This place is awesome, hands down. Two hundred plus rooms, countless pieces of priceless artwork, and period furniture so rare, so costly, that we didn’t sit in it anymore, display purposes only. And speaking of display, we’d brought out all the finery tonight, pulled out all the stops: crowns, scepters, royal insignias, it was all laid out on a giant red cushion by the dais for partygoers to view.

  Because of course we don’t actually use the stuff, it’s ceremonial only. For example, each member of my family has a crown, sure, but no one puts them on their heads because they’re too ornate, too heavy, and really just for show, not to mention this shit has to be surrounded by guards all the time. There are just too many jewels studded on the headpieces, the rubies flashing, emeralds glinting, not to mention the Koh-i-Nur diamond itself, as big as a robin’s egg, glittering on the frontpiece of the King’s crown.

  So yeah, there were a lot of guards milling about, unobtrusively for the most part, except the Legionnaires. The Legionnaires are a select group of soldiers cum bodyguards who act as personal body men for the royal family. Having just inducted two new Legionnaires, Kato and Karl, into my personal service, we were using the White Gala to celebrate their induction formally, throw a bash to introduce them to high society. And I could see them across the room, a swarm of women surrounding them hungrily, gazing up at the tall, dominant figures like they were gods come to Earth.

  So yeah, Karl and Kato are my “employees” so to say, but it goes further than that. The twins are genuinely cool dudes, intelligent, alert and discreet, which is obviously key for someone in their position, someone with unfettered access to privileged people and information. And I’ve been able to trust them as we explored the rel
ationship, to the point where we’ve worked out a system to seamlessly combine the personal and professional.

  During the day, the twins trail me to royal functions, meeting dignitaries, cutting ribbons, the countless meetings that I attend as a representative of the crown. Yep, those two dudes, their glowering presences and massive builds are perfect as bodyguards, keeping anyone and everyone in line.

  And then at night, we decamp to their apartment on the outskirts of the City where they live with our beautiful girl Tina. And that’s when the fucking gets going, things heating up from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Because where Tina goes is where we go, and there are no exceptions, she’s the glue that keeps us together, the star that we all revolve around. Shit, if we didn’t have her … well, I can’t even remember what life was like pre-Tina now.

  So we’ve settled into a routine of sorts, a happy order of events that repeats, each day blurring into the next, day after night after day of productive work mixed with oh-so-satisfying fucking. Take last Tuesday for instance. During the day we’d been out at some event meeting foreign dignitaries, Karl and Kato looked on over my shoulder, making sure everything was kosher as I shook hands, discussed trade deals, did the regular prince-type stuff. But it’d been exhausting and we were looking forward to getting back to our best girl, unwinding with a couple glasses of wine and a wet pussy, ready, willing and open.

  So I practically ran down the hallway to their apartment, my dick on fire. It’s a nice place, nothing super fancy, but more than enough for the time-being because I could hardly move them into the Venetian Palace without anyone noticing. Sure, Karl and Kato could live in the guardhouse dorms, but that was no place to stash our beautiful brunette, and I wanted her happy, out in the open, smiling and cooing. So for now, it was this set-up on the outskirts of the city, where few lived and even fewer noticed.

  And our footsteps grew faster, our nostrils perking as we approached the front door because the girl had been anticipating us, the smell of spaghetti sauce aromatic in the hallway, making us salivate. Don’t get me wrong, Tina’s no dummy, she’s not just sitting at home every day waiting for us to get back. She’s been working at Roma Outreach full-time, pursuing her dream of non-profit work, and it was the cherry on top that our girl was a good cook too, looking after us, taking the time to whip up meals from scratch after a long day at the office. God. The brunette’s caring nature, her willingness to put in another couple hours at home after working with clients, I guess it really gets to me, you know? I’ve never met someone so selfless, so considerate, so devoted to her man … or men in this case.

  But never underestimate our best girl because she’s a dirty horny little slut, just the way we like it. And sure enough, when I flung open the door, there stood the brunette, on display, wearing nothing but the tiniest of aprons covering her snatch, with a spatula in one hand as a funny prop.

  “Hi honeys,” she cooed, wiggling her butt, showing off the jiggling flanks, big boobs creamy and trembling, fat nipples stiff already. Undoubtedly she’d been touching herself, stroking those pebbles until they were hard as rocks, ready to be sucked. “You happy to see me?” she giggled.

  And oh shit, I lost it then. Because Tina was absolutely gorgeous, and that fucking apron wasn’t more than a piece of cloth over her kitty, the ruffles grazing her lips, the sash around her waist emphasizing that narrow waist, her wide hips, all topped off with a bow in back.

  And oh god, those legs. Yeah, those high heels were fuck-me-licious, showing off toned calves and meaty thighs, the kind like drumsticks, ready to be bitten and devoured before heading to the main course.

  So of course my dong popped out to full length, the rod demanding, fucking hard and heavy, ready to ream her right then and there. It amazes me still. Despite the fact that we’ve taken her a hundred times by now, the three donkeys were ready to go in mere seconds at the sight of our beautiful girl.

  And Tina knew it too, giggling as she bent over again, sinuously leaning over, running her hands down her long, golden legs before stretching back up, caressing her flanks and putting a hand on each butt cheek.

  Smiling slyly, never breaking eye contact, she pulled the creamy orbs apart, exposing everything from ass to clit while giving a wiggle.

  “Is that your cell, or are you just happy to see me?” she cooed, mischief in her eyes. And oh god, but she was so gorgeous, the pink delight pulsing, walls already dripping with desire, a small bit of cream collecting in her hole before sliding off her puss to fall to the ground, the long string gooey and oozing, utterly delicious.

  “Time to eat, boys,” she giggled again, and we were on her at once, our tongues jammed into her pussy hole, her ass, her mouth, licking her nipples, caressing her nub, touching everywhere and anywhere we wanted.

  “Ohhh,” the brunette sighed, throwing her head back. “Oh god, yeah there.”

  But it was impossible to say where exactly because the three of us were like hungry dogs, ravaging her, ravishing her in every single sweet space. We were on the kitchen floor now, no time to get to a couch or bed, Tina stretched out before us like a feast.

  I licked her cunt, tasting that sweet fiery tang, the pink lips fleshy and pulsing while Kato and Karl took a breast in each hand, massaging, stroking, pinching and tugging on those hard nips.

  “Oh oh oh!” she moaned when I forked my tongue up that sweet snatch, letting her cream run down my throat. Fuck, there was just so much of it, my lips and chin covered in female essence, my dick tip already dripping like a faucet, everything wet and ready.

  But we wanted her more than ready because it was time – for her to take us all at once. Sure, we shake it up, sometimes she does three in a row, each of our dicks releasing before the next guy takes over, and that’s all good, I love the feel of used pussy, sloppy and wet with another guy’s semen sloshing out.

  But sometimes we want to use all her holes simultaneously, stuff all her orifices at once, making sure she was crammed full of dick, perfectly air-tight. And tonight was one of those nights, we’d been talking about it in the car ride over, and Tina was in for a triple whammy.

  So I backed up for a minute, looking her in the eye, the contact electric even as she panted and gasped with the twins sucking her breasts, stroking her curves.

  “What is it Kristian? Why’d you stop?” she managed breathlessly.

  And her pussy agreed, her vaginal hole winking at me, her clit waving as if begging me to come back. But each step in its own good time.

  “Pull your knees up, baby,” I growled. “Pull them up real high.”

  And the girl sighed breathlessly while obeying. She split her legs as wide as she could and lifted upwards and outwards until those shapely pins formed a perfect vee, toes pointed towards the ceiling.

  I helped her a bit, rolling her back further until both her snatch and anus were in clear view. Because that’s what I really wanted. I wanted that ass, that brown pucker to use hard, pummel like a drum with every fiber of my being.

  “Oh yeah,” I ground out, trailing a big finger across her rusty star, tickling the pleats. “Oh yeah.”

  And she giggled slightly, wiggling her butt, her pussy creaming even more, the fluid dripping down to her asshole, lubing it up.

  “You like, big guy?” she purred, looking up at me coyly, her pink tongue lapping at her lips.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growled, inserting a finger up to my first knuckle. “Oh fuck,” I ground out as that hot, dry heat enveloped me, clenching around my digit, the penetration so fucking dirty, so fucking wrong that it was totally right. And she’d never looked better, her ass invaded up the behind as the twins worked up top.

  I shoved another inch in, making the girl squeal before she opened her eyes and looked at me again, a smile on her lips, coy, languid.

  “Kristian,” she panted softly. “Up my butt, all the way.”

  And I could only laugh.

  “Looks like we got a butt slut here, boys, our little slut wants her butt
stuffed,” I ground out. And without hesitating, I jammed my finger in to the max, making her shriek again, her delicious body shivering and shaking, the twins glancing up for a sec.

  “Dude, she loves it, she’s begging for it,” said Kato.

  “Fuck her hard,” growled Karl.

  And I laughed again.

  “Sure, but it ain’t going in easy this time. One of you better put something in her mouth to help.”

  And Kato immediately shifted around to her face, caressing her chin with a big hand.

  “Open baby, open for Daddy,” he soothed, easing his dong towards her face, batter dripping off the tip, smearing across her cheeks as he spoke.

  And Tina was only too happy to part her pink pucker, those full, plushy lips opening wide, kissing the top of his glans before sucking his helmet in, tasting the purple flare.

  “Mmm,” she managed, her mouth stuffed full. “Mmm.”

  And it was fucking dirty because she had about three inches of dong in her mouth … with twelve more to go. Oh yeah, Kato would make sure it was all swallowed. Meanwhile, Karl had moved down her body to stroke the chickie’s clit, rubbing that little nub, squeezing and pinching it between his fingers, teasing it out of its hood, and the little slut’s cunt hole gushed at the stimulation, ever more cream pouring out, wetting her thighs and streaming down her butt.

  “Fuck yeah,” he ground out while staring at the waterfall, his other hand on his cock, running up and down that fat length rhythmically. “Fuck yeah.”

  Seeing that my bros were occupied, I got down to business. The brunette’s glory hole was waiting, open for my penetration, so why not go for it? I knelt between her legs and lubed up, running my dickhead between her pussy lips, getting it wet, ready.

  “Mmmph!” was the garbled sound from up above, Tina’s eyes flying open to gaze at me. Her cunny was so hungry, so open and empty, that I took pity and did three quick thrusts into that snug snatch just for some relief, to wet my dick for the main event.