Triple Major_An MFMM Graduation Romance

by Lana Hartley

  They all file in and I walk over to each of them sweetly, handing them a stein until everyone has a stein of beer. I raise my water glass, they raise their steins, and I look around at their faces. All of them look at me. Lucien has an intense gaze. William’s got a sweet look over his face. Richard looks like he’s going to pour the beer all over me and lick it up. Tyler looks like he’s reading my mind. Malcolm looks like he really needs a beer, but like he wants me more. Nicholas is actually licking his lips at me. Derek, next to me, wraps an arm around my waist.

  How did I ever get so lucky, to have seven amazing men that are all unique, special, and perfect in their own ways? I’m literally weak-kneed at this point, leaning my head against Derek.

  “To us,” I say, grinning so widely my face almost hurts. We clink all our glasses together and I take a dainty little sip while they all swig.

  “Get your cocks out for me, please,” I say. There’s no time to waste. Revolution is at hand and I’m horny, a little freaked out, and a whole lot anxious. There’s only one thing to do — well, seven. But for them, the only thing is me.

  Those beers are on the table in record time. I mean, hey, they all had their drink. Now, I need mine.

  “Stroke your cocks. I want you all to come for me,” I say, trailing my fingers down my cleavage and down to my clit, sinking my hand in my jeans. “I think we need to take care of something before we head into town.”

  I watch several eyebrows raise, and hear the satisfied sounds as they all stroke their massive cocks.

  Damn, even if the rest of the world is falling apart right now, this is just too perfect. Not just because it is filthy, but because I’m so worshiped right now. Seven men who want to protect me, take care of me, would do anything for me. That desire me as much as I desire them. This is what absolute nirvana feels like, so it is no surprise to me when my clit twitches and I feel my muscles start to contract. “Mmm, fuck, I’m going to come for you. Don’t you wanna come for me?” I inhale sharply, my orgasm pulling me under. A fire lights in my brain and I feel hands touch me as my men all close in around me, their cocks brushing me as they stroke them. I’m surrounded by enormous cocks, and when I open my eyes, I have to resist wrapping my lips around them now.

  My orgasm starts to fade into the edges of my mind and my body and instead my heightened awareness focuses on the cocks around me, all so close to bursting. I’m licking my lips just thinking about it, aren’t you?

  I start to make my way toward the table, winding through the cocks and, yeah, I rub my body against them and run my fingers over more than a few shafts as I walk by. I still don’t think they know my wicked little plan. But they will soon, and it’s going to be delicious.

  “I’m going to—Fuck, I’m close,” I hear Tyler say, and that wicked side of me jumps into action. Without hesitation, I jump to my feet and dart toward the table. I grab one of the massive liter beer steins we were joking about earlier and didn’t put back in the cabinet and run back toward Tyler, kneeling by his side.

  “Come for me,” I whisper into his ear, once more grabbing his cock and stroking him. The stein is in my other hand, and I place it right under Tyler’s cock, tilting it toward him.

  I look to my other men. “I want you all to come in here; I think it might be able to actually hold all of you. I wanna drink it all up,” I say, practically moaning at just the thought. A frenzied lust courses through me and it won’t be satisfied until I get this stein filled to the brim and running over.

  I go to stroke Richard’s cock now.

  It happens fast; Richard gives one final and violent thrust, grunting, and Tyler’s cock throbs against my fingers. A fraction of a second after that he starts gushing his seed into the stein, and my mouth hangs open as I realize just how much Tyler is coming. There’s already a pretty sizable deposit in the stein, and I’ve got five more men that need to come for me in here, too. I’m so wet just thinking about it being filled to the brim and

  I turn my attention toward William, holding the stein right in front of his cock. And I do it just in time, because he starts coming in no time. I curl my fingers around his cock as the first strand of cum flies out from it, and I angle it down so that it all goes inside the stein.

  My heart races faster as I see the stein filling up more and more with the combined cum of all my men. They all come forward and shoot into it, a beautiful display of so much cum shooting right into the stein and all it takes is a few seconds for it to be brimming. Drops of it drip down the clear surface of the stein and onto my hands, and the last strands of cum several of them shoot hit me across my forearm.

  “Now this is incredible,” I whisper, holding the stein in front of me as I go up to my feet. Richard just looks at me, breathing hard and not knowing what to say.

  I smile at all of them, twirling the stein in front of me and watching their cum blend until I can no longer tell to whom it belongs and there’s just seven deposits of lust and trust ready for me to swallow up. I feel closer to them just thinking about drinking so much of their cum that I don’t need dinner, that I’ve got enough protein in me to get me through the night...and more than that, it is just a really deliciously filthy way for me to express how much I care for each of them and trust them all.

  No one says anything, but the expression on their faces tell their own story; in their eyes there’s surprise and excitement and passion. And all that just intensifies as, still looking to all their faces, I raise the stein to my lips and let a mouthful of cum drip into my mouth.

  Their saltiness coats my tongue with all its raw flavor, and I just do what instinct tells me to: I swallow. Their juices go down my throat easily, and that makes me lose all control. Throwing all caution to the window, I open my mouth as wide as I can and tilt the stein down.

  Their cum slides from the stein into my mouth in a fountain, cascading over my tongue like a never ending river. I feel drops of it splattering my face, and a few strands drip down my chin as their juices fill me up to the brim. It is good that I didn’t drink any beer and that I only took a dainty sip of my water because this is so much cum. I drink as much as I can and I’m feeling so full of them that I dip my fingers in and scoop up a swirl of cum and lick it all up from fingers.

  I love tasting all of them but I know I can’t drink all of that! I run my my fingers through the glass and lick it up what I can. “I want to taste all of my men,” I tell them with a wicked grin.

  “You have,” Lucien says with a laugh.

  “That was...” William starts. “That was so sexy, Snow.” He cups my face and kisses me.

  Breaking our kiss, I smile up at him and look to all my men. “I just think we needed a team-building exercise. Plus, now we don’t need to worry about all that cum distracting you when we head into town,” I say with a wink.

  “Aren’t you sweet?” Nicholas says, stroking my cheek.

  “You are all pretty salty, but, yeah, I’m more sweet,” I say, laughing.

  Feeling closer than ever to my Seven Freedom Fighters, it strikes my heart stronger than ever that I cannot bear the idea of losing any of them. I look around at their faces of adoration, and I know that I feel the same. We’re stronger together. We make each other better. Being with them, being theirs to protect and being more than that when and I where I can...I have a purpose and meaning in my life that I’ve never had before. They united for a cause and I united with them. First it was for my safety, but now it goes beyond my wellbeing. I need them like I need air and water, they are everything to me. More than ever, I need the fate of St. Carlta, and our eight collective fates, to be in good hands. And ours the best hands we can trust.

  Derek

  “Alright, let’s move,” I whisper to Snow, and she just nods at me and pulls her hood up. The night is silent, and there’s already a somber fog settling in — the capital used to be such a lively place, even during the night, but all that ended now that Moira has instituted mandatory curfew.

  “Did it work?” She
asks me as we walk down an alley, careful enough to keep our voices down. Even though none of St. Carlta’s citizens seems to be ready to side with Moira, I don’t want Snow to expose herself more than necessary. Which is kinda ironic, since this is exactly the way the gears in our plan start to turn — by exposing Snow.

  I drove her into the capital today, and I made sure that she was seen by Moira’s spies just a few minutes ago. Right now, the palace is afire with word that the Princess is back in town — soon enough, the streets will be swarmed by the military, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they’ll go door to door.

  Moira won’t be able of holding back, and she’ll push the population to their breaking point. Once the searches and arrests start, she’ll have war in the streets. And I fucking made sure of that — this morning I left Snow in the safehouse and visited each and every pocket of resistance I’m aware of. With their efforts coordinated, all they need is to see the military rolling down the main streets to give Moira a taste of her own venom.

  “Yeah, I think so,” I finally reply, looking across the street. Our safehouse is right on the other side, but there’s already a police car parked out front. Shit! I should just turn around and leave, but I can’t let anyone get their hands on anything we have inside there — specially the list William sent me earlier this morning, the one with names and addresses of the men leading the revolution efforts in the capital. If the Queen gets her hands on that, then we’re all fucked.

  “What do we do?” Snow asks me, and I turn on my heels to face her.

  “I’ll be right back,” I whisper, pushing her back into the shadow of the alleys. With what I hope to be a confident smile, I lean in and kiss her. With the strawberry flavor of her mouth on my lips, I then cross the road with a few wide strides.

  The moment the cops inside the car spot me, they open their doors and step onto the street.

  “Hey theeere, officers!” I slur, taking an awkward step toward them. They look at each other, confused, and I think they believe I’m just a stupid drunkard that didn’t care about the curfew.

  “Mister,” they start to say impatiently, one of them placing the palm of his hand on his gun. “You’re breaking curfew and —”

  Without allowing him to finish his sentence, I close the distance between us as fast as I can. Holding his hand down, I stop him from taking his gun out and bring my forehead down, crashing it into his nose. He keels over from the pain, and I sidestep him fast — cocking my arm back, I then punch the other cop right in the face, and he falls back over the hood of his car.

  And, just like that, it’s fucking done — and without breaking a sweat. I can’t help but feel sorry for these guys, though. They’re probably just following orders from some fucking higher-up, and I show up to ruin their fucking day. Well, at least they’ll only wake up with a broken nose and an headache, nothing more than that.

  Waving at Snow, I smile as I see her walk out the shadows. Keeping her hood up, she crosses the street with that elegant strut of her, and I find myself biting my lip as I look at her.

  Not now, idiot, I admonish myself, taking the reigns of my mind. As much as I’d like to step inside the safehouse with Snow and fuck her until I collapse from exhaustion, I have to keep my shit together right now.

  “We gotta get out of here,” I tell her the moment she catches up with me. We enter the apartment building and, the moment I step inside the safehouse, I let out a sigh of relief. The place is exactly as we left it, and no one seems to have messed around with the laptop I left in the desk we set up in the living room.

  “Do you think they found out about this place?” She asks me nervously, and I just look at her and smile.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I reply with a shrug. “Even if we’ve been made, we got more of these safehouses around the city. We just need to stop using this one,” I continue, stuffing the laptop inside a backpack. Taking one last look around the apartment, making sure that we won’t leave anything behind, I grab Snow’s hand. “Let’s go.”

  Leaving the building in a hurry, we head straight to the black van I’ve parked in an alley nearby. We get inside and, minutes later, we’re already rolling down the highway. My heart almost fucking explodes as we drive by a convoy of army vehicles, all of them heading toward the capital centre, but none of them seems to care about us.

  By the time I drive inside the fortress’ large hangar, where we keep all our vehicles, Snow is already fast asleep. It’s been a four hour drive, and she was so exhausted that she spent most of the trip with her head on my shoulder. As for me, I spent these four hours with a fucking hard-on.

  “Hey,” I whisper, gently nudging her. “We’re home.”

  Lazily opening her eyes, she smiles at me and rubs her eyes. She looks so fragile and innocent, and yet...she’s the bravest woman I’ve ever met.

  “Our plan...did it work?” She asks me.

  “Let’s find out,” I reply, reaching for the radio and turning it up. I go through a few of the more standard stations, but none of them seem to be reporting anything — Moira really has a tight grip on the media. But, of course, there are always the outliers.

  Tuning in on one of the pirate radio stations, I hold my breath as I hear the excited voice of the man on the other side of the radio.

  “...marching in the street. The military has tried to crackdown on protesters, but the people finally decided to rise up against what they see as an usurper. Even though a large part of the military refused to raise arms against their fellow citizens, a force of loyalists to Queen Moira has already started to dispel the protesters through the use of violence.”

  “This is it,” I tell Snow with a nod, turning off the radio. “Revolution is here.”

  Snow

  As I make my way toward my bedroom, I feel my heart drumming so fast inside my chest that I can’t even think straight. A revolution, ah!, I know exactly where there’s a revolution going on, and it’s right between my thighs.

  Jumping on top of the mattress, I sprawl my arms and legs and close my eyes for a moment. I hear deep voices in the corridor just in front of my room and, well, I didn’t leave the door open because I forgot about it. I rarely forget about things, you know?

  Taking my clothes off in a hurry, I then bite on my lower lip.

  “I’m naked!” I shout, rubbing the bedspread. Sometimes, you just have to get to the point. With tensions running high and things being what they are...I don’t want to think about anything, and I want to focus on my instincts. I want to be able to act out all of the lust within me and then I’ll be able to focus on what’s coming next. Because who can plan before they like clean the pipes or whatever?

  Okay, so that’s supposed to be with guys but who among us, ladies, has not felt more than a little distracted when they just needed to get off? And I’ve got three available men ready and willing to fuck me...I’m like pretty sure. The ‘naked’ announcement has to count for something.

  “Naked?” Lucien strolls in the bedroom, and he has a massive erection.

  Bingo. It is totally working!

  Then I see that he’s as naked as I am and he runs up to the bed and grabs me, lifting me up and pulling me up to the bed. I guess I’m really not the only person with fucking on the brain.

  I mean, yes, we know how bad things are right now, but with our moment in hiding, we all need to seek refuge in each other, really. We have each other, and that helps us. I have learned that with my protectors, I can probably get through anything. I think I might actually be more than a princess with a perfect ass on the run, too, so I’m discovering a whole lot of things with the Freedom Fighters.

  I hear footsteps approaching and I allow myself to get excited. I need release. My animal instincts are taking over and I am a woman on a mission.

  “Yes, she said naked,” Tyler yells out the door. He’s naked too, and so is Derek who pops his head in only seconds later. A full house of horny, naked men.

  Well, well, well. Look what I have here!<
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  Lucien, Tyler, and Derek are all exactly where I want them—in front of the bed. They are all exactly the way I want them—naked and hard. So, so, hard.

  But I think I want to have a little of fun with this. It will totally help lighten the mood and make all the country’s tensions fade into the background for just a moment.

  “Don’t you have some freedom to fight for?” I ask, though I’m already spreading my legs. So maybe I’m not super at this whole teasing thing right now. A woman has needs that even her best laid-intentions can’t prevent. Speaking of best laid...

  Have you ever had three men go down on you, every one of them licking your whole body? Well, you’d spread your legs as far as you could, too, so I really can’t be blamed for my wanton reaction. It is just instinct.

  “Yeah, but we do both, babe. We knew you were horny. We just wanted to see how long until you were begging for us to fuck you,” Derek says with a laugh.

  “Oh my goodness, you three are so bad!” I say with a giggle. Well, here I am thinking I’m some teasing mastermind and it turns out I was losing the game this whole time. Yet, with three naked men before me...can’t say just this once I don’t mind not being the absolute best. “Is that any way to treat your princess?” I cross my arms and pout like I’m offended or something.

  You know I’m not, but playing at it sure is fun, especially because I know they’ll take the bait and make it that much better. These are serious, tough guys but they are also fun, and that makes the sex just even more incredible.

  I am glad that they aren’t judging me for wanting to fuck right now. Like, yes, I get that there are a lot of serious issues at work here, but I need to be able to relax, too, and that doesn’t make me any less serious. And these guys are totally serious, and they seem to feel the same way. All of the Freedom Fighters have taken me seriously and treated me like an equal this whole time, and the change from pageants and Pilates, as a fugitive, hasn’t been so bad because of it.