The Bullion Brothers: Billionaire triplet brothers interracial menage

by Tania Beaton

  Derrick’s nose lifted and his nostrils flared. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration. Derrick moved aside and Crane came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Streams and rivers of sensation sprang and flowed through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.

  When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His blue eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire into mine as his fingers took my nipples. First he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened, swelled and stung. Then he pinched them.

  I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was dizzy and breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, feeling his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me, then he took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me. He smiled as he said,

  “Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp and blinding, then it faded and there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.

  I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and a thrill followed behind it. Slowly I stood to resume my position, my knees shaking, my nipples stinging, but with an incredible force of unfamiliar pleasure welling in my pelvis. As I stood, fighting the sensations to get some kind of composure, he leaned to speak so gently into my ear, “Can you bear it?”

  It was hard to speak, but I did manage to say, “Yes. I can bear it.” And I surprised myself, saying, “It’s good.” And I bit my lip. The other two brothers sniffed deeply.

  Crane knelt to return his mouth to my aching V. Slowly, softly he slid my panties down, touching them against my legs all the way to my ankles, so that I felt every centimeter as they fell. The faint touch of my flimsy underwear was such a contrast to the searing pain in my nipples that the two sensations were like a dark symphony in counterpoint.

  And then his wet, mobile tongue was inside me. Slipping along my lips, trilling at the base of my zinging clitoris, sliding into my opening. My legs shook so violently and my thighs clenched so hard that I thought I might crush his head. And I didn’t fucking care. I came, rolling, trembling waves of orgasm burst and rocked through me.

  I grabbed him by his hair and I pulled him as hard into me as I could. I laughed and I wept. I sobbed and I shouted his name. I must have squirted in his face, because my thighs were running with wetness. Through the spasms I heard him,

  “Yes, Maya. YES! Come. COME FOR ME, NOW!”

  And I did. I twitched and shook, my buttocks and my thighs clenched, so hard I thought that my spine and pelvis would tear apart. I withstood fabulous, seismic spasms bursting through me. I came so hard and yet, somehow, still I stood.

  When he stood again, there was no sign of composure on his wet face. I smiled to see his lovely golden hair completely mussed and his eyes so wild. He looked in my eyes and grinned. Then he released the clamps and I fell to a moaning heap on the floor.

  His laugh was like a taunt. It was an amplified version of that damned grin.

  When I was able, I got to my knees, level with his beautiful hips, level with that magnificent monster pulsing in his pants. As I reached towards him, my lips wet and parting, he said, “AH!” and wagged a finger.

  “I have had all the pleasure of you so far.” Crane said. “I think it’s time to give Derrick and Hawser a reward. Haven’t they been good?”

  The two big, gorgeous brothers with the same lustrous golden-brown hair, watched me with the same gorgeous dark brown eyes. The triplets. Their golden skin glistened in the low light. The scent was still there.

  As the two huge, naked men approached and Crane shed his clothes, I didn’t know how I was going to tell the great men apart. But I discovered a way. They were all big, in every way. But in one way more strikingly than any other.

  Their cocks were incredibly long and thick. Longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen before. The slick, dark head of head of Hawser’s cock rose up and above his navel. Derrick’s was longer still, and nearly as fat. Crane’s length was in between the other two, but his cock was even thicker. Its weight kept it pointed right at me.

  Crane and Hawser held and kissed me. Derrick was eager to hold and feel my swollen, heaving breasts. Hawser stood behind me and rubbed his massive, hot member between my quivering thighs. It stretched along my lips, rubbed up against my vibrating clit and poked a few inches out under my fuzzy mound.

  I couldn’t imagine how much of that long, hard beast he thought he would be able to shove inside me. He dragged it back until he was able to jam the heavy head of it into my dripping lips. It shoved my opening wide and I had to move my legs apart to give it easier access.

  Then he reached for my breasts as the bulb burst into me. My pelvis rocked and wriggled. I had seen how long he was, but I wasn’t prepared for the width of him. As he shoved it farther up me, I bent forwards, my hands clasped and my mouth stretched.

  Derrick took that as a cue, and brought his fat, throbbing cock nearer to my face. He beat it on my cheeks and the weight of it shocked me. He banged it on my big, soft breasts and rubbed it between them.

  Hawser pushed in and the stretch in my insides was the most intense pain I had known. Good pain. Ecstatically good pain. But a lot of it. My eyes rolled and my mouth filled with sweet saliva.

  I began to say, “Oh, oooooh, it’s tooo biiiig!” But the dark spicy scent of man filled my head as Derrick pushed his thick, hot rod between my lips. Hawser stretched me wider than I thought I could go and I wriggled my hips to try and open them further.

  Derrick’s wide ridges pushed my mouth open as his slick, hard bulb dragged its smoky tang along the length of my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve taken a cock in my throat before, but I never felt my neck bulge and stretch like it did around Derrick.

  My feet lifted in turn as I tried to make a wider opening for Hawser. He lifted my leg high, and that helped some. He was still way too long and far too fat for me, though. As he sawed into me, I didn’t know how much of that scrumptious pain I could bear.

  To take my mind off it, I concentrated on drawing and suckling on Derrick’s fat hunk as he slid it between my wide-stretched lips. He heated up and after a series of long, hard strokes, his shaft began to pulse. I knew it would be time for him to come soon.

  And it was. Derrick growled as his huge cock burst into my throat in a volley of hot blasts. His thick, salty jizz filled my throat and slid around my tongue and my mouth. He pumped and pumped, and as it reached my lips and he pulled out, I gasped and I said, “Mmm, delicious. But it’s too hot!”

  Derrick held me as Hawser pulled out of my sore pussy and came around to pump his cock into my mouth, too. It was easier to get his head and his girth into my mouth, and his taste was distinct but just as wonderful.

  His length, though, I couldn’t get my lips more than about two thirds of the way along the hot, pumping rail as it reamed into my throat. I sucked as hard as I could, and in no time rings of beating pulse ridged along his massive cock and he was spurting thick gobs of hot semen into my mouth and my neck.

  “Mmm,” I wiped my lips and my mouth, and pushed the gorgeous man-juice all in. “Too thick,” I said, but it was delicious and I gulped it all down.

  Then Crane brought his huge marvel of manhood to my waiting lips. As I got my
mouth busy around his fat and fabulous shaft, Derrick was getting to work behind me, rubbing his thick, stiffening cock against my swollen wet petals.

  As I sucked on Crane, Derrick began to breach my opening. I thought Hawser was thick! Derrick stretched my lips, my walls and my pain threshold. My poor little puss pumped and drooled over him, and he lifted my leg even higher than Hawser had done. My back acred and stretched, my mouth pulled wide and my muscles flexed and spasmed.

  Derrick was just too thick. He slid in and out of me, forcing me wider. My wet throat vibrated and pulsed. Wrapped tight around Crane’s perfect penis, it made him pump harder and he grew hotter. I cried out when Derrick stiffened and beat harder, but the sound only became a rumble on Crane’s cock. Derrick was getting ready to deliver me a second helping of his thick cum.

  The dark tang of Crane’s precum told me that his first serving wasn’t far away, and he held my by my hair as he drove his cock into my face in earnest. My tongue stretched along the bottom ridges of him and relished his perfect taste.

  He pounded my mouth and his beat rose, at the same time as Derrick began to blast away in my sore, wide stretched puss.

  My hands clenched and my buttocks tightened and my stomach rolled as Derrick practically split me open and came in blasts inside me. Crane made a throaty growl as his cock pulsed into my throat. The taste and the temperature and the texture of him was luscious and I swallowed every last drop.

  Derrick filled me with his sticky bolts of hot, thick cum and my climaxes crested and crashed. My poor pussy ached when he slid out. I had learned to love the pain of him, though.

  Hawser approached me with his massive mast uncoiling, working up to his second showing. I was relieved when he lifted me and laid me on my back on a table and hoisted my ankles over his shoulders.

  The other two brothers came up either side by my shoulders so I could stroke and suck their fantastic cocks, to give myself some distraction for what I knew was to come. Hawser brought his shaft to the wet center of my sore petals. My back stretched and my legs spread as he bored into me.

  Hawser filled me so full and so hard I pulled and sucked on Crane’s and Derrick’s cocks, and I yanked on my nipples in turn. I bit my forearm and my hands clutched and clawed. His length was almost unbearable, but at least he wasn’t as wide as his brother Derrick.

  As Hawser beat his rod hard into my soft canal, I felt him twitch and he growled and I knew that it was going to be time for him to cum again. Hawser’s second salty salvo splashed inside me and his growl was like low thunder as he came.

  Crane stroked my hair as he lifted me gently onto his cock. My legs and arms wrapped tight around him so he wore me like a skin.

  My plump, wet softness opened wide to let him in and my walls closed around him and hugged him. His length was breathtaking and his girth was heart-stopping. Crane pumped and pounded my pussy with his wonderful wand. His thighs beat against mine and his balls slapped gently against my ass.

  Crane was just right. He filled me with his perfect hot cum and I squeezed and sucked and bucked against him with every part of me to get every drop I could out of him. Crane’s cum was hot and slick and it filled me to perfection.

  He growled and I shouted and we came together like the clouds of a bursting rainstorm.

  Afternoon was fading into an autumn evening as we sat on deck and the sun began to set. Derrick said, “You are going to be our perfect mom, Maya.”

  Hawser brought champagne on a silver tray and he said, “You are the woman we have all been dreaming of.”

  I looked in Crane’s eyes as he told me, “You will be the perfect mother for our cubs.”

  “About the servings, Crane.”

  He stroked her hair, “Yes Maya. What about them?”

  “What are the third and forth servings like?”

  © Tania Beaton, TzR Publishing, 2015

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental.

  All the people portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen, and entirely imaginary. If you think that you know some of them, or that you may be one of them, then you should consider writing fiction yourself.

  Cover Design by Signs of Desire for TzR Publishing

  He was in the center of the noise at the big lunch table with a couple of his sketchy buddies. As always, a whole cloud of girls bobbed, chattered, pointed, squabbled and giggled all around him. His strawberry blond curls bobbed above the throng like a Michelangelo rising out of a scene in some twisted horror version of Glee.

  Chairs scraped and rattled, and he looked over to the corner where I sat, peeling the saran wrap from the little sandwiches that Mom made for me.

  “Hey, Sis!” As I looked up, I felt the eyes of everyone in the whole lunchroom turn on me.

  It was status, a thing of pride, if kids from the higher grades even deigned to acknowledge your existence. It just wasn’t that common. Didn’t even matter if they were relatives. And he wasn’t. Not really.

  “In a minute,” I called back to him. It was part of our ritual.

  The fact that it was him calling me should have made it extra cool for me. Everybody went crazy around him. The boys all looked up to him, and all the girls, well, most of them, elbowed each other out of the way to fall under his wheels at one time or another.

  “C’mere, Sis,” he called, “Come look at this skank for me.”

  I knew that they were all looking at me like they always did, thinking, ‘how can he have that frump for a sister?’ Except they’d say something a whole lot worse than ‘frump.’

  I always wanted to be at the center of his attention though, so I kept him waiting while I finished my sandwich, as our ritual required. Then I padded over to the edge of the cluster around the table.

  All the girls, all older than me with their on-trend hair and makeup, they all squinted down their noses and took an extra second or two to get out of the way. Making a point. The point being, ‘I wouldn’t make way for this dumpy brat, I’m only doing it to show respect to you.’

  They were pathetic, and they made me sick.

  When I got near enough to the table to see, he stood behind Alix Mayburn, one of the fashion-plate cheerleaders. Teased and pampered peroxide-blonde hair and butterscotch skin, she had way more jewelry and makeup than the rules allowed.

  A thin golden rope chain rose and fell on the tops of her breasts. Her shirt was open to the bottom of her cleavage.

  “See those thick red lips?” he said, “I thought I might fuck her, Sis.” He never called me by my name when anyone could hear, just like he didn’t want me using his real name ‘in public,’ as he called it.

  He took hold of the girl’s chin and turned it side to side. “She’s got good enough tits, look…” his hand slid down along her throat, then into her shirt and she sighed. Her face and body folded as he squeezed her breast, “and her ass is suh-weet,” he took his hand up her skirt and her mouth drooped.

  Her eyes pleaded up at him. He wasn’t looking, because his focus was still on me. “Only, I want her to suck my cock first, and I need her to get it right down her throat. She says she can do it, but look at those lips.” He lifted an eyebrow, “You think she can do it?” My panties were soaked so bad by this point, I’d have given anything just to get them off.

  “Hey, I think your sis might want in on the action, too.” Gutbucket raised his nose to make a show of sniffing the air. Then he craned his neck down to sniff at me.

  He pulled a face and grinned as he said, “Eeew, gross!” and they all laughed. Gutbucket said, “I’ll fuck her for you. Just to do you the solid, y’know?”