Triple Major_An MFMM Graduation Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Forever,” I lean forward and whisper toward them both. “Forever is a gift to have with you two. Thank you for your alliance, for your love, for your lives.”

  I kiss them each on the lips, quickly, because that’s the custom, but then I look at them each again and…okay, so there are some perks to being a princess. Making out with your two hot, new husbands has to be one of them.

  I look at Vincent, then to Nathan. They both know what I’m thinking. I circle my arms around Vincent’s neck and Nathan brings his arms around me. Nathan kisses my neck while I kiss Vincent’s lips, and I think I actually hear some of the wedding guests gasp.

  I mean, I’m a virgin…but even I have an idea about what marrying two men means.

  With the ceremony completed, we are supposed to have a fancy dinner now. Eat more courses than there are hours in the day. My husband’s escort me to our front table, and they sit at either side of me.

  My fingers tap over the table so much I know I must look bored. I can’t help it. Sandwiched between my two gorgeous husbands and knowing that the bedding ceremony is next on the agenda…well, how is a girl supposed to focus on anything else? I eat some, but I realize that the wine is much more delicious and suited to my mood right now.

  Nathan is looking at me with a look that is so much more than that charming grin he’s always wearing. His eyes are adoring me, and that moody cloud that seems to be ever-present seems to have lifted, the facade faded away to reveal the man behind the mask of who he is to others. For me, Nathan is himself. He’s kind, artistic, and soulful.

  Vincent’s holding my hand that’s not fidgeting, almost my firm rock and protector. His eyes are drinking me in, and they’re full of love as well. His happy energy is infectious, making me want to laugh for no reason at all.

  “You two are getting along awfully well,” I say, raising an eyebrow and looking at both of them.

  “What’s the point in fighting when we both want you?” Nathan says. His words are like molten heat in my veins.

  “Yeah. For now there’s no point. There’s a bedding ceremony to look forward to.” Vincent leans in.

  “Most bedding ceremonies are boring,” a prime minister from another country says, eavesdropping from down the table. He’s made no attempts to hide the fact that he thinks my marriage to two men is strange. Old pervert, he wants to know what deeds we’re planning to do for the viewing of elite political guests such as himself.

  Nathan and Vincent look at each other and laugh.

  Vincent speaks first. “Not a chance there, we don’t do boring.”

  Raising his glass, Nathan nods. “Yeah, we haven’t waited this long to have our bride to do anything less than put on a show.”

  I bring my glass up to clink it with Nathan’s.

  Vincent kisses me on the cheek quickly before I drink.

  I’m so happy right now my heart could burst.

  My mother stands and raises her own glass, centering herself between all the garden tables. “It is time for the bedding ceremony!” she announces.

  I can barely breathe, I’m so excited.

  “You two better work together and give these people a show as promised,” I say with a laugh, taking each of their hands.

  Elinor blushes furiously, and I see Marius trace a finger over her forearm. He’s asking her if they want to sit together in the bedding. Romance in this kingdom is truly getting a makeover, and I think it’s pretty good improvement, don’t you?

  Isadora

  The room is spacious with enough space for our audience to watch. The bed is on a platform so it hangs in the middle of the room.

  “We want to tie you up, is that okay?” Vincent asks. Why? But the thought excites me. The blood in my pussy heats up, and I feel agitated in the best way.

  “Yes,” I permit them. I feel the audience grow excited and addicted to what is about to take place here.

  I’m naked, my limbs spread so I’m tied to the bedposts. My legs are especially eagle spread, and there’s not a single person in here who can’t see my unmentionables. They can look right at my pussy if they want to. Or my breasts, or my pointy nipples because it’s a bit chilly in here.

  I’m completely helpless, and everyone can watch now to see whatever it is Nathan and Vincent plan to do to me.

  It appears to be part Bedding Ceremony and part Sacrifice. I look up at Nathan, who is standing on the right side of the bed, gently running his fingers up and down my arm from elbow to the palm of my hand. His fingers go over the knot of rope keeping my wrist bound to the post. We gaze at each other—I wonder what he’s about to do to me, and he’s keeping it a nice secret. There’s something about him touching me and getting to know the touch of his warm, thick fingers all over again as I lie here helpless, that really turns me on.

  His hands can roam anywhere they want. My body is a land of flesh for him to explore, intrude; it’s also the same for Vincent.

  They study me, they touch me, they smell my sex, and so does everyone in the audience. I struggle, lifting my head to look out at all of them as Nathan continues to haunt me with his fingertips, dragging them over and over again, from my wrist to my neck and back down as he trails them over my tits.

  “Oh…”

  I shut my eyes as he does this again. They want to see who is going to give me the biggest orgasm. It’s kind of perverted that all these people are about to watch this. I’m comforted by Nathan’s touch. But then Vincent gets on the bed and tries to steal the show.

  His hand traces up my leg to my inner thigh, and my leg moves only to pull on the thick rope that has my ankle bound. I can’t move, and I can’t close my legs. I don’t want to, but for some reason this is my body’s reaction.

  Shyness takes over. All these eyes on my pussy. Vincent touches it, and my head lifts from the pillow as my wrists pull on the rope.

  The audience gasps and enjoys the little but sudden reaction I give Vincent. Nathan watches me, placing his hand on my face and running it along my cheek to my mouth.

  I open my mouth and taste his finger.

  Another gasp from a few people in the audience.

  Nathan tastes nice. He showered before this ceremony, of course. They both did. But for now, I focus on how Nathan tastes. His own skin has that manly salty taste to it, but I can also taste the Lime Ocean Beach brand of soap he uses. I picture him in the shower, suds running down his torso to his cock, and this makes me suck his finger more. I want to suck the taste right off him.

  Then Vincent surprises me by slipping two fingers into me, and I accidentally bite Nathan’s finger.

  “Hey? Bad girl,” he scolds me.

  He holds my gaze and frowns. He’s going to punish me, as soon as Vincent is done finger banging me, which he’s getting pretty aggressive at. He removes his hand from between my legs altogether, and the audience gazes at my pussy.

  “I have her open a little,” he tells Nathan. “Would you like to try to open her more?’

  I struggle though I don’t know why. I’m getting a great deal of pleasure from all of this, but I can’t get used to everyone being able to see me, to see my pussy. There’s nothing I can do about it. One woman bites her fingernails. I think she wants to be me. Who wouldn’t? Nathan and Vincent are both impeccable, glorious men.

  “Yes, I think she deserves it after biting me.”

  Someone I the audience says, “Oh boy,” or something to that nature. The bed swings a little as Nathan gets on top of me. His fingers roam freely as I lie there under him, about to get punished. He grabs my face in a startling grip and probes me with a long hard stare. The audience now gets a view of Nathan’s backside, which is a glorious array of muscles and tanned flesh.

  “You’ve been a bad little girl, but we’re going to fix it so that tomorrow you are too tired to misbehave or behave or anything.”

  The scolding is hot. It sets me on fire down there, and I’m ready for him to touch me. But he feasts his eyes on my breasts. They jiggle a bit in my str
uggle, and then I just stop moving altogether, giving into this moment, this night. My nipples are like used pencil erasers. He nears my right breast with his stubbly mouth and strong teeth.

  “Oh no…” I lift my head as his mouth hungrily closes around my nipple, and he bites. Hard.

  He places his hand over my mouth and starts to undo his jeans. They slowly slide down around his cute bubble butt. I can’t understand how anyone in the audience can’t be turned on by this point. I stare at his huge, happy cock. I also glance down at my nipple to make sure it’s not bleeding, because he bit it THAT hard.

  He watches me as he enters me; it’s a quick intrusion, and he pushes his girth all the way inside of me without even using his hands. It radiates pain throughout my body, and my legs try to move with no avail.

  “OH...”

  Vincent is standing at the end of the bed with his fingers around my foot, watching as Nathan delivers his thrusts which, I get by now, are meant to as punishment. Who knows what they’re planning to do to me. Maybe Nathan is going to do things while Vincent watches, along with everyone else in the audience.

  Vincent gazes at me as Nathan continues to fuck me.

  “We’ve got you,” he boasts for everyone to hear. “How do you like that?”

  “I…oh…” Nathan’s fingers are thicker than Vincent’s, if only by a slight margin. I shut my eyes as he slips two fingers in while he plays with his cock.

  “Hmm? Can you not answer the question?” Nathan is speaking to me in this authoritative tone.

  “I…I…” I look over as Vincent gets on the bed, now they’re both on top of me, their hands exploring me. Four hands. Twenty fingers.

  I start to grow dizzy, consumed by the touch of Vincent as Nathan continues to fuck me.

  “Turn her over,” Vincent says.

  “We have to untie her,” Nathan says.

  “So do it, I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”

  I realize then that rope is nothing compared to the muscle of man. Nathan unties all the rope holding me still, and Vincent scoops me up and turns me over.

  I’m this plaything.

  This land of flesh for them to discover, defile, and rebuild.

  They turn me completely on my stomach, and the air around me shifts as rustling and whispers from the onlookers fill the space. I can only imagine they’re eager to get a view of my backside. They redo the ropes around my wrists and pull my ankles apart. I can tell their hands apart, barely.

  Nathan is doing my wrists, and Vincent has his strong fingers around my ankles.

  I want to fight them for some reason – put on more of a show. Yes, I do like this, I like what they’re doing to me, and I like that everyone’s watching.

  Once they have me pulled apart and tied down with my body once again open for viewing, the spankings begin.

  Nathan takes one ass cheek and Vincent takes another.

  Whop! Pow! Their palms land on my flesh, and I can feel the blood rising to the surface, leaving red marks and an aching sting in their wake.

  “AHHH!” I cry into the pillow, sometimes I bite it. They whip me several times.

  “You are such a bad girl,” Nathan tells me. “Tonight, we’re going to teach you a lesson in front of all these people.”

  “By the time we’re done with you, you’ll misbehave no more, darling.” That’s Vincent. I know even though my face is pressed into the pillow, because Vincent says things like “Darling.” Nathan doesn’t bother with such names.

  “Oh…” I’m very still. My ass is surely a luscious red. Nathan gets down on the foot of the bed and pulls my cheeks apart, buries his face into my ass, and licks me there. Shocked, I bite back a gasp as my back bows. His tongue twirls around my puckered hole, lapping and sucking, before he swirls his finger around the center and slowly presses inward, shoving his through the tight rings of muscles. I suck in a breath and squirm around, trying to get free from their holds, but Vincent grabs my ankles and holds me firmly in place while Nathan continues to defile me. He’s gentle, but forceful, using a steady pressure with each thrust of his finger, and his other hand smooths soft circles over the swell of my ass.

  “AHHHH OHH OHHH!” My mouth drops wide open, and I wet the pillow with my moans and sighs. The intrusive pain gradually ebbs into a pleasurable sensation. Nathan moves his hand down from the cheek of my ass to cup my pussy, slipping two fingers between my lips while his other finger penetrates my ass. Vincent still hasn’t released his grip on my ankles, but there’s a low groan emanating from his chest as he watches.

  “OH GOD, OH!” I cry out as an orgasm rips through me, by body shuddering with the release. What’s the score now? I collapse onto the bed, my breathing frantic. Nathan and Vincent both let go of me, and judging by the shifting weight from the bed, they’ve walked away. But to where? I’m too exhausted to lift my head to see.

  Everyone is so quiet, just staring at me as I try to move. Suddenly the bed dips with weight, and I feel his strong fingers on my face.

  “You know who I am?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. I think it’s Nathan.

  “We’re each going to go down on you until you can tell whose mouth is whose.”

  “Ahhhh…” I sigh into the pillow, arousal instantly stirring in my core. I feel Vincent’s hand in my hair, pulling on strands to keep my head still as Nathan’s stubbly mouth makes its way down my body to my derriere.

  I feel his strong, determined hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I struggle. Oh god.

  “Shh,” he says, and I feel Nathan’s tongue on my pussy.

  “I…I…” Whatever words I was going to say are washed away by the pleasure I’m getting. My face collapses into the pillow as Nathan starts penetrating me with his tongue and his fingers, and Vincent calmly traces his hand over the side of my body.

  I twitch and moan and wiggle about as Nathan flicks his tongue around inside of me. He’s going to make me come. I can tell. He’s determined to, and won’t stop until I do. My body tightens, and I give in. The orgasm is there, snaking up my back and shredding through me violently.

  Vincent smooths his hand over my hair lovingly, but Nathan—being the brutish type of prince that he is—spanks me good and hard as I try and overcome the spiralling orgasm he’s caused.

  They princes separate again, leaving the bed. And Nathan, like this is some type of game, announces that so far it’s “two to zero.”

  This is because Nathan has gotten an orgasm out of me. Two, actually.

  Vincent has yet to hit that button.

  This is a sport. I am the game.

  I stay nice and still as they circle me like lions circling a fresh slab of steak.

  “Oh…” I moan in hesitance, I moan in curiosity, wondering what is going to happen to me next. My body is still reeling from the orgasm it just had, from all the touch and probing and fucking.

  Vincent gets on the bed and crawls toward me, his hand slowly tracing a pattern up my side. He peppers the side of my face in delicate kisses. He’s gentler, soft, while Nathan is rough and determined to get my body to fall apart from his thrusts.

  Right now, I’m not sure which I prefer. It’s always nice to have a bit of both worlds.

  “Kiss me, sweetie,” he says, his voice low and hungry. I press my mouth against his cheek. It’s a lovely moment, and it gives my body a chance to recuperate. The kiss turns into a long, sultry one, and I worry that Nathan will grow jealous. He’ll want to compete with whatever Vincent has done.

  Vincent covers my body with kisses, from the nape of my neck all the way down to my sore bottom.

  “What did he do to you, my princess?” he asks, looking at the marks Nathan’s hand made, and he kisses my bottom so gently. His stubble, as scratchy as it is, doesn’t bother me.

  “He hurt me,” I whimper, my breath warming the pillow.

  He takes some ice from the champagne bucket and my body moves, already appreciating what he’s about to do.

  “I’m here, it�
�s okay now,” Vincent says, and he slips an ice cube over my bottom.

  It feels so good, but Nathan’s jealous energy is spoiling the sensual moment. He’s growling angrily low in his throat. He’s like some brat about to throw a fit if he doesn’t get his way.

  “Wait your turn,” Vincent says. He slides his tongue down between my legs. “She has to get to know my mouth now.”

  And just like that, Vincent owns me for a little while, placing his mouth completely over me, and slowly opening me up. He’s not as fast and swift as Nathan; he eases his way into me, holding my hips steady with his hands. He reaches up and undoes the rope around my wrists, and it falls like snakes onto the bed. He makes his way down my legs and undoes the rope around my ankles too, so I’m free to move my feet.

  Suddenly rough hands grasp at me, and I’m flipped onto my back. Nathan holds me up, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as Vincent parts my legs. This is better than rope because I prefer the feel of a man’s strength around me than that abrasive rope. I especially prefer Nathan’s arms around me.

  Nathan keeps me in line by holding me while Vincent goes down on me. Nathan’s mouth crashes against my lips and he strengthens his grip around me. His kiss is hungry and powerful.

  “Oh…” My head falls back as Nathan kisses down my neck and pulls my hair to hold my head back. Vincent is finger banging me and I break apart, my body jolting and writhing wildly with my release. Nathan is very focused on my face and neck, kissing and biting me all over. Then he has the audacity to say that he helped with the orgasm I just had, taking credit for it.

  Vincent laughs in this charming/cocky sort of way.

  “You did that?” he says to Nathan, and the two start arguing and everything, for the moment, turns into like some kind of amateur theatre hour.

  “You don’t think that my holding her and kissing her had something to do with how aroused she was?” Nathan says.

  “I’m the one down there, where she feels the most, where she’s the most sensitive.”

  Vincent gets off the bed to have some wine. I want some wine. I think he can tell but Nathan gives me some of his whiskey instead.