Triple Major_An MFMM Graduation Romance

by Lana Hartley

  Never taking my eyes from them, I slide my thong down, lifting my knees from the floor as I push it through. Fully naked, I go up to my feet and turn around, my back to Derek; without even bothering to undress him any further, I grab his cock and lower myself over it. I stop when I feel his glans against my folds, and I rub it along my pussy for just a heartbeat. Not wanting to tease myself, I close my eyes and ease myself down, Derek’s cock moving past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls. When he’s in me to the hilt, I turn my head to the side and lock eyes with Nicholas; he’s looking at me and Derek as if he were hypnotized, a hunger in his eyes that won’t be denied much longer.

  “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” I tell him with a grin, reaching for his cock with my hand. Grabbing it firmly, I start stroking him, moving my hand as I start to sway my hips against Derek’s body.

  “I wouldn’t let you forget about me,” Nicholas simply says, reaching for my tits and squeezing them, my flesh molding to his fingers. I close my eyes again, surrendering to the sway of my own body and the feeling of Derek’s cock deep inside of my pussy. It’s hard work being with two men—you can’t simply focus on your own pleasure. But I’m not complaining; that’d just be silly.

  Derek’s hands are resting on my lower back, his fingers brushing over the tiny dimples I have there as he starts to rock his body against mine, thrusting upward. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to replace the sway of my hips. I merely keep in place, grinding against him as he moves up and down. Wanting to devote all my attention to the cock deep inside of me, I let go of Nicholas’s cock and look him in the eye.

  “I want you to stroke yourself,” I tell him, a note of dominance in my words. “I want you to do it while Derek fucks me,” I continue, my voice quivering as Derek starts to thrust harder. Nicholas doesn’t bother responding; he returns my gaze, unblinking, and grabs his cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to stroke himself, moving his hand at a steady but anxious pace.

  Enjoying the view, I let one hand slide down my stomach and press two fingers over my clit, rubbing it fast. I have to grit my teeth, my brain suddenly overloaded; it has to deal with the sight of Nicholas stroking himself, my fingers on my clit, and Derek’s cock pushing back against my insides. All in all, it’s almost too much for me to take. Gritting my teeth, I breathe out deeply, my fingers moving even faster as something wild and fierce grows inside of me.

  “Yes...” I mutter, hissing through my gritted teeth as I feel my body tensing up. “Oh, yes...” Like a bullet flying out from the muzzle of a gun, I go off; I scream my lungs out, not even bothering to care if anyone can hear us. We should be safe enough, since the whole van was built to be soundproof, but I have my doubts that a scream as loud as mine will go unnoticed. I don’t have the time to ponder stuff like that though; there’s a surge of electric pleasure in all of my muscles, and I close my eyes as my pussy clamps around Derek’s cock. I throw myself back against him, the fabric of his shirt on my back, and simply surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping at my body.

  “Good girl,” Derek whispers against my ear, squeezing my right breast while he speaks. I chuckle at that, his words waking up that deviousness inside of me.

  “There’s nothing good in me, Derek...” I say, a gentle laugh leaving my mouth. “I’m a bad girl, through and through.”

  “Let’s see how bad you are when I’m the one fucking you,” I hear Nicholas saying, his words jolting me back into action.

  Without allowing myself a moment’s rest, I get up, making Derek’s cock pop out of my pussy. I climb on top of the seat and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side toward Nicholas.

  “Let’s see then,” I say, Nicholas hooking his fingers on my waist. My hands are on Derek’s legs, my eyes on his erect shaft, but I’m fully focused on my pussy right now. Nicholas has knelt on the seat right behind me, and he’s pressing his glans against my wet folds, rubbing it against me without thrusting. Anxious to feel his shaft, I push my hips back, his cock sliding two inches inside of me.

  “If that’s how you want it,” Nicholas whispers, pushing his cock all the way in. I gasp as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, his cock moving fast and mercilessly. Without wasting time, he starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me while he keeps his fingers hooked on my waist.

  My brain coming to terms with the way Nicholas is ravaging me, I finally give Derek the attention he deserves: I grab his shaft with one hand and lower myself over it, parting my lips and allowing him inside my mouth. My wetness is still coating his shaft, and I can’t help but twirl my tongue around it, licking it dry of my own fluids.

  Nicholas’s cock in my pussy and Derek’s in my mouth, I let my body be moved by instinct and desire. I sway my hips, thrusting back against Nicholas, and keep moving my head in a coming and going motion over Derek’s cock.

  I want to moan and I want to scream; the only thing stopping me from doing so is Derek’s cock, his cock pushing my tongue down as it slides in and out of my mouth. That doesn’t stop me from dangling over the edge. Both their cocks ravaging me, it’s a matter of seconds until that electric buzz bubbles up to the surface; I feel it under my skin, tiny sparks of pleasure pulling at the edges of my mind. The urge to scream becoming too strong to deny, I raise my head and take Derek’s cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuuu—” I start, the word dying on my lips as it turns into a frenzied scream of ecstasy. I feel the muscles in my throat cramping up, but that doesn’t shut me up. Oh, no—I hiss and moan all the while, riding my orgasm all the way to the end. My muscles are trembling and twitching, and when they finally stop I feel exhaustion taking over me; it’s as if pleasure gives way to concrete, my limbs feeling too heavy to move. The moment Nicholas pulls out, I simply roll to the side and collapse on top of the seat breathing so hard I feel on the verge of passing out.

  I lie back, forgetting about everything turning upside down in St. Carlta as I let my lungs work themselves into a normal state. When the orgasms start to subside, I open my eyes. Nicholas is still kneeling on the seat, his cock right above my face, and Derek is kneeling at my feet; I spread my legs, allowing Derek to kneel between them, and grin at both men.

  “Show me what you've got,” I purr, my voice laced with exhaustion. “Come for me...” I tell them, and they grab their cocks at the same time. Their eyes on my body, they start to stroke themselves, moving their hands at a frantic pace. I moan, not because of something my body is feeling, but because of the pleasure coating my mind; after all, what could be more pleasurable than having both Nicholas and Derek jerking off over my naked body?

  I hear one of them groan, and the very next second, a rope of cum hits me across the chest. I don’t know if it came from Derek or from Nicholas, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter; one second after that they both start coating me in cum, their cocks gushing all over me. Their warm juices cascade onto my skin eagerly, thick strands of cum painting my body in pale white.

  “So fucking good...” I moan, grabbing my tits and rubbing their cum all over.

  I move my hands from my breasts to my stomach, sliding my fingers all over my skin, smearing myself with cum. With my eyes still closed, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as an invitation; they take the hint pretty quickly, their saltiness soon all over my tongue. My mouth brimming with cum, I let them spray the rest of their load all over the rest of my body. Still lying down on the seat, I don’t dare to move; I keep still, frozen in place as I feel fat drops of cum drip down my skin and onto the seat.

  I close my mouth, but before swallowing, I open up my eyes; I want to see the look on their face as I do it. Glancing at Derek and then at Nicholas, I finally allow their cum down my throat, their flavor blending into something so mind numbing that a violent shiver goes down my spine.

  Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerv
e endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.

  “See?” I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. “Sharing is fun. There’s always time to share.” They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.

  Sharing is fun, indeed...especially when I’m the one being shared.

  William

  Looking down at the newspapers and intelligence reports spread on top of the table, I drum my fingertips against my thigh and sigh heavily. Things are happening fast—much faster than any of us would like. And now, with Prince Gladrell’s apparent betrayal, things are heating up.

  In one of our early meetings, the Prince was adamant on having us share the location of the hideout. Lucien and Richard drew a line in the sand, though, and it’s because of them that we’re still safe.

  “Time is running out, William,” Malcolm tells me, the tone in his voice a dire one. He sits on one of the chairs around the large table, leaning back against it and propping his feet up. “Soon enough we’ll have to act,” he continues, rubbing his tired eyes. None of us have been getting enough sleep, and it’s starting to show. With just seven of us coordinating the whole rebel movement, this whole mission is definitely our most challenging one, and the stakes have never been higher.

  “I know...but if Prince Gladrell pulls the rug from under our feet, we’re pretty much screwed. We don’t have enough money as it is, and without him...” Sighing, I sink down onto my chair, absently gazing at the newspapers and briefs cluttering the table. So much information in there, and almost nothing that is of any use to us.

  “Snow,” Malcolm suddenly breathes out, taking his feet off the table and sitting up straight. Despite everything that happened between us, he still respects the Princess as a noblewoman.

  “Hey,” I tell her, looking back at her over my shoulder. She’s coming down the stairs that lead to the upper floors, and she’s wearing a simple dress tonight, one that allows me a glimpse of the smooth skin between her breasts. Just one look at the way the fabric of her dress tightens up against the rising curve of her breasts, and I already feel my cock hardening up and pushing against my pants. I don’t know what it is about Snow, but she has cast a spell on all of us.

  “Where’s everyone else?” she asks me, walking up the table and looking down at all the newspaper clippings.

  “Lucien and Derek are in the armory, and the others are making a few calls,” I tell her, praying to God that, with all the calls they’ve been making, they manage to secure us some funding. Without money, we’re pretty much screwed. It’s one of the harsh truths in life; ideals are fine, but there’s not much you can do without money.

  “Any interesting news?” she continues, sitting down on one of the chairs and grabbing a few of the newspaper clippings. When I was told we were supposed to protect Princess Snow, I thought we’d have to deal with a spoiled brat that would just get in the way...But Snow’s none of that; she wants to be an active part in what we’re doing.

  “Not really,” I reply with a sigh, running one hand through my hair. “It’s all the same...Moira’s tightening her hold on the country, just like we expected her to. She has already started to replace ministers and high-ranking officials in the Army. Anyone who’s loyal to your father is being relieved of government duty. She’s building an echo chamber of her own.”

  “That’s because she doesn’t even want the government to have a voice,” Snow replies distractedly, her attentive gaze now focused on one of the intelligence briefs.

  “No, she doesn’t,” Malcolm agrees. “She wants her voice to be the only one. But there’s more; she has already started to nationalize some of the biggest companies as well. Supposedly a temporary measure, but there’s no doubt about what she’s trying to do. The military has already taken over the tiberium mines, and the —”

  “Hold on,” Snow suddenly cuts him short, looking up from the brief she was reading. “Did you say tiberium mines?”

  “Yeah, why? Does that ring a bell?”

  “It does,” she nods, a worried glint in her eyes. “Gladrell is a major investor in a multinational tiberium export company.” Without saying a word, Malcolm and I exchange a quick glance. There’s more to Prince Gladrell than we assumed. How did something like this even get past us?

  “Fuck,” Malcolm finally says, his voice fraught with tension. “The Queen has bought the Prince.”

  “Either that or they’ve been working together right from the beginning,” I tell him, even though the when doesn’t really matter. Gladrell’s in bed with Moira, and that means we just lost one of our most important pieces in the giant chessboard that St. Carlta has turned into.

  “He said he loved me,” Snow says suddenly, her voice lowered into a whisper. “I thought he meant it. I really did.”

  “Snow...”

  “I guess he always loved money more than anything else.” Pursing her lips, she takes a deep breath. “Gladrell’s a traitor. He betrayed me, my father, and the realm.” She tries to keep her voice steady, but I can feel it quivering. It must be hard; you spend your whole life being told you’re supposed to marry someone, and it turns out that someone was an active part in the destruction of your own family.

  Pushing my chair back, I jump up to my feet and close the distance between me and Snow. “Hey,” I whisper, placing two fingers under her chin and making her look into my eyes. “It’ll be okay...”

  “It’ll be okay,” Malcolm repeats, adding his voice to mine. “We’re here for you. Always.”

  “Promise me,” she whispers, looking from me to Malcolm. Slowly going up to her feet, she runs her tongue between her lips and offers us a sad smile. “Promise me that you won’t ever leave me...that you’ll stick by me whatever happens.”

  “We promise,” Malcolm and I say in one voice. Still with that sweet smile on her lips, she reaches for both our shirts and, grabbing them, she pulls us into her.

  The moment I feel her knuckles brushing against my chest, every single drop of blood inside my body starts to boil.

  Snow

  “You can certainly help me relax,” I say, and I know they can tell by the tone of my voice that I’m no longer thinking about that probably traitorous shit Gladrell. I’m thinking about my Freedom Fighters, particularly the two incredible men before me, and I know that I need them more than anything right now to erase any thoughts of reality that I have and replace them with pleasure.

  “We’ll get your mind off everything,” Malcolm says, and he and William exchange a glance that makes my pussy ache in anticipation.

  Whatever these two have in store for me, I’m excited.

  “You heard the lady,” William tells Malcolm, and then he grabs me by the hand and leads me to the couch they have against the wall, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Malcolm sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.

  “I heard her, loud and clear,” Malcolm says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my dress. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Malcolm slides his fingers under my dress, William has his hands on the straps of the dress, slowly pushing them down my shoulders. I feel the fabric going down my arms, William’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.

  With my dress bunched up around my waist, William’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, William unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the rosy tips anxious to feel William’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.

  As William focuses on my breasts, Malcolm’s hand move
s between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groin, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. William leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Malcolm flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Malcolm’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of William’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.

  “Now this is teamwork...” I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Malcolm starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Malcolm’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on William’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.

  While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, William takes his hands to my waist and pushes the dress down my legs. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.

  Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed to the mercy of these incredible men, whom I trust completely to satisfy my body, and if I’m being honest, my soul. I crave all my Freedom Fighters on a level that I kinda don’t even know how to describe it.

  William’s lips are wrapped tight around my nipple, sucking it hard, and I decide that I want to find out what else his lips can do. I push his head down, and after offering some resistance, he finally starts kissing down my stomach. Knowing what I intend to do, Malcolm takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for William. But he doesn’t remove himself from action, of course—he takes the fingers he just had pressed against my pussy and brushes them against my lips, making my own scent inundate me. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers, imagining that I’m sucking on something far better...You don’t need me to tell you what I’m imagining, do I? Good.