Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  I tug his pants off and they drop to the floor. He kicks them off as his cock bounces in front of my face. My jaw aches just looking at it. I've never in my wildest fantasies imagined Gladrell with a cock like any of the ones I’ve seen so far today. Tyler grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip of it against my cheek and over my lips. My hands run up his body, feeling the tight muscles in his thighs and torso. My fingers rake down his sides and dig into his ass, my palms on his hips. I pull him toward me, ready to feel that incredible pressure at the back of my throat again, the taste of cock on my tongue. I open my mouth and he slips his head inside, his other hand gripping my hair and pulling me toward him. Having figured out the trick, I swallow down his cock immediately and my lips sink down to his base.

  Tyler throws his head back and groans, using my hair to pull my mouth up and back down again. I love the taste of his cock, similar and yet subtly different from Nicholas. My mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste each of them. For now, though, I focus on the one pushing against the back of my throat. For a moment I become absorbed in the act, listening to the sounds he makes every time my tongue runs down his cock. I savor every inch, stroking him with my lips. My fingers start to pull his hips toward me eagerly each time he pushes his cock down my throat.

  We find a hypnotic pace, my breathing timing perfectly with each thrust. His fingers guide me, and mine him. For what seems like ages I enjoy the feeling, until the ache in my jaw becomes very real. I wouldn’t dare change this perfect rhythm, and I focus instead on the way my pussy throbs every time my lips hit the base of his shaft. I could almost come just from this.

  Tyler pulls me out of my trance as his thrusts become wild, his cock swelling noticeably in my throat. His hand holds my head perfectly still as he pumps his cum down my throat, again filling me up faster than I can drink it down. As he pulls his cock away, several ropes of cum spurt out onto my lips and chin, running down my neck and body until it pools in my navel and drips down my thighs. I lick my lips as I look up into his eyes. He wipes the cum off of my chin and slides his finger into my mouth so I can suck it off enthusiastically.

  Now my body aches to be filled again. As if answering a silent call, Malcolm and Lucien drop down to their knees beside me, their clothes already discarded. Their cocks don’t disappoint either, and they’re already pointed up toward the sky, ready to fulfill my need. I pounce on Malcolm, pushing him to the floor. My lips meet his chest, my hands exploring his body. I feel Lucien take his place behind me. His fingers stroke down my spine, sending chills through my body. I feel one of his hands come down on my ass and I cry out, pressing my cheek against Malcolm’s abdomen and curving my back to open myself up to Lucien. His fingers stroke the hot skin and then he spanks me again. The fingers of his other hand probe my asshole and then slip inside just as he spanks me once more, the sharp bite of pain on my sensitive skin followed by a wonderful tingle. He fingers my ass and spanks me slowly, methodically, until I'm quivering. My fingers leave little red crescents in Malcolm’s sides.

  “Please, Lucien, fill my ass. I need your cock!”

  He gives me one last spanking, the sensation ringing through my body. He grabs my hips and pushes me forward until I'm straddling Malcolm’s waist, his cock brushing against my pussy, and then Lucien sinks his cock into me until his body collides with my ass. I throw my head back and moan, gratitude spilling from my lips. Malcolm grabs my throat and pulls my face down to him, kissing me like a dying man who will find his cure on my tongue. Lucien fucks my ass, dragging his cock out slowly to the tip and then burying it inside of me hard and fast. Every thrust causes Malcolm’s cock to rub against my clit.

  “Snow...” I hear Lucien say behind me. Just the way my name sounds in his voice makes my pussy drip, I can hear his pleasure in his voice. I rock my hips back into him, rubbing myself against Malcolm and taking Lucien inside of me simultaneously. I put my hands on Malcolm’s chest and push myself up so I can see his face, his hand still around my throat with gentle pressure.

  “I’m ready for you Malcolm.”

  He bites his lip and smiles in a way that drives me absolutely wild. Aiming his cock at my entrance, he thrusts inside of me. This time, Lucien guides our pace, each thrust bringing me up and down on Malcolm’s cock. Malcolm watches my face and body, devouring me with his gaze. The thrill of being watched floods me again. I love knowing that each of them is watching as they take turns fucking me senseless. The arch of my back, my moans, the way I rock my hips, it’s genuine and yet all a part of the show, and I know they’re enjoying the view.

  Just as I’m losing myself again, William stands in front of me, kicking his pants to the side. I take Malcolm’s hand away from my throat and bring it down to one of my tits. He squeezes it and pinches my nipple, his other hand sliding up my body to grab the other. William strokes my lips with his thumb and then pushes them apart. He drags his cock up the curve of my throat and up over my mouth. My tongue flicks out to meet it, catching a drop of pre-cum that drips from his tip. I'm ready to be completely filled again. My mouth closes around his head and I don’t immediately swallow him down as I had done before. I let my body rise and fall against Lucien, and allow Malcolm to rub his cock against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, feeling him probe me gradually. I turn my head and let it press against the inside of my cheek for a moment. One of my hands cups his balls, rubbing over them and squeezing gently on the soft skin. His cock slips out of my mouth and I run my tongue down the underside until I reach his balls, flicking over the skin and enjoying the salty taste. As I work my mouth back up, William grabs me by the hair.

  “Don’t tease me, Snow. I want you.”

  That’s all the encouragement I need to take him fully into my mouth and let his cock slide down my throat. His cock jumps against my tongue, responding to the sudden pleasure after my teasing. And with that I'm back down the rabbit hole again, every hole filled with delicious cock. One of my hands grips Lucien’s wrist tightly. He picks up on the subtle signal and starts to fuck me faster, bouncing me up and down on Malcolm’s cock in time. My legs shake; if strong hands and hard cocks weren't holding me up I would surely collapse to the floor. Even though I know I’m reaching the end of my stamina, all I can think about is getting more.

  Malcolm squeezes my tits hard, and his hips start to move underneath me. I feel his cock twitching as he moans. My own moans are muffled around William’s cock, but I tighten my grip against Malcolm’s chest, encouraging him to finish inside of me. As his hips lift off of the floor a final time, hanging there in the air, I feel a hot throb in my pussy as he cums. By the time he drops back to the floor, my thighs are soaked in his cum, my pussy dripping around his cock.

  William’s cock pops audibly. I throw my head back and grind against Malcolm as Lucien fucks me even harder. My hand works William’s cock quickly, squeezing tight and sliding easily up and down his wet shaft.

  “I’m going to come soon, fuck!” I say, bucking my hips wildly.

  I give out an animalistic scream as the orgasm washes over me, making my whole body shake yet again. Lucien holds my hips in a grip tight enough to leave finger marks and slams his cock into me one last time, pumping his cum into my ass with a loud moan. As the waves of pleasure roll over me, I jerk William’s cock over my face, looking up at him.

  “Please cum on me William, I need your cum!” I say, the words spilling out of my mouth desperately, half-mad with desire.

  My words drive him over the edge, and he thrusts his cock into my hand. The first rope of cum splatters my face and I open my mouth, taking more on my tongue and lips. Some drips down the tip of his cock and rolls down my hand and wrist. More hits my chin and my throat. I squeeze out every last drop until William’s hand stops me and he pulls his cock from my needy grasp.

  “Is that what you need, Snow? Cum?” Derek says. I look around me and see they have all gathered again, cocks still hard and ready. Malcolm and Lucien slide their cocks out of me and get to their feet.
Seven gorgeous men with seven incredible cocks, who are all looking at me like they could swallow me whole, surround me now. A little chill runs down my spine, and for just a moment I almost feel a little helpless.

  “I think we’ve got plenty of what you need. Why don’t you come and get it?” Tyler says, looking around the circle with a smirk.

  I turn my head around and look at each one of them, licking my lips. They're still saturated with the taste of cum. Turning back toward Tyler, I move forward on my knees until I’m in front of him, and my hands slide up his legs to his cock. Using both of them, I slowly start to stroke up, picking up speed little by little. He runs his fingers through my hair. I work his cock eagerly and as I feel it start to throb and swell under my touch, I open my mouth. Some of it lands on my tongue and fills my mouth. It keeps coming, splattering my face and body. As the last few drops squirt out onto my skin, Tyler leans down and takes my face into his hands, kissing my sticky lips. He shares his cum with me, licking it from my tongue and the inside of my mouth as we both swallow it down.

  When he releases me, both of us panting, I move to his left and take Derek’s cock in my hand. Around the circle I go, milking each of these men slowly, feeling the differences in each of their cocks, loving the unique way each of them responds to my touch. Derek thrusts his cock eagerly into my hands, grunting with approval. Nicholas strokes my face and looks into my eyes with a heart-pounding smile. Lucien catches my hands just as I’m about to make him cum and forces me to beg him to let me finish. Richard pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers before releasing his cum all over my tits. William gives me commands on how exactly he wants me to work his cock, showering me with praise as he cums. Malcolm grips my hair, forcing me to keep his gaze as he watches his cum drench my face and body.

  Each of them fills my mouth and showers my body in cum, and kisses me to taste themselves on my lips. It feels almost like a ritual, a claiming. I'm marked with the scent and the taste of each of them, until, finally, I'm drenched head to toe in cum, the sticky fluid tickling my skin as it runs down my body. When I'm done with them, my hands run over my skin, not an inch of me dry. I bring my hand to my mouth, licking the mixture of cum off of my palm as my protectors watch. My hands press against my thighs and move upward until my fingers brush my clit. Watching each of them cum has me dripping and ready. I circle with two fingers while I dip two more into my pussy. I slowly bring myself to the edge of climax, using the cum covering my body as lube.

  Just as I'm about to come, I throw my head back and moan, the final waves of pleasure shooting through me. I pant and shiver, finally satisfied.

  “Well, I was going to suggest you do the housekeeping to pull your weight around here, but I think this is going to work out much better for everyone,” Tyler says, giving me that signature cheeky grin. I laugh breathlessly, certain I’m getting the far better end of this deal.

  Lucien

  The waitress slams the two tankards of ale down on the gnarled oak table, hurrying off to her next customers. The foam sloshes over the rims, and I watch as it slides down the edges of the mugs.

  These mugs must be as ancient as the walls of this tavern.

  I take a quick glance around the room—at the big-bellied men and high, wood rafters. I don't think I've ever seen this tavern empty. It's always fuller than a freeway at rush hour.

  Richard brings the mug to his mouth, taking a greedy gulp, and when he pulls it back, a line of foam clings to his upper lip. He wipes it off with the back of his hand and smiles.

  "Now that's an ale," he grins, leaning back in his seat in deep approval.

  I nod my head in agreement. "There are few things more satisfying than a well-crafted beer," I say. "My cock might not agree, but my stomach certainly does."

  We both laugh.

  Just then, a voice cuts through our conversation.

  "Mind if I join you?" a man says. It's a voice steeped in privilege and bureaucracy.

  Richard and I look up and see Prince Gladrell. He has a disarmingly white smile—the kind you only see in toothpaste commercials, or on dangerous women.

  "Please, have a seat," I say, motioning to the empty space next to us.

  "It's good to see you both," Gladrell says. "I must ask—how is Princess Snow? Is she safe?"

  I see Gladrell isn't wasting any time.

  “Of course she’s safe,” I say.

  Richard looks at me with a private, knowing gaze that says of course she's safe, and we both know what that means....she's safe in the embrace of seven, muscled men—14 strong biceps, seven chiseled chests, and seven stiff cocks.

  If only Gladrell knew just how safe we're keeping her...

  He seems to sense that there's more to our words than meets the surface of the conversation, like seeing the tip of an iceberg and knowing that what you're seeing is only 10 percent of the real deal.

  "What does that mean?" Gladrell asks.

  I know we have to tread carefully here.

  "It means that Snow is dear to all of our hearts," I say, shrugging my shoulders as if it's a truth that he should already understand. I play it cool.

  He seems to accept this answer and he nods his head. "She certainly is," he says. He turns to both of us. "Lucien, Richard, I need you to keep Snow out of the fighting."

  He shrugs. "We won't be throwing bombs at her feet, if that's what you mean," Richard says.

  "I think you both know very well what I mean," Gladrell says, his voice taking a sharp turn. "What I'm saying is that the fighting will intensify. There'll be a war on our doorsteps. I'm ordering you both to keep Snow far away from this. Don't tell me you've forgotten how to be soldiers?"

  "Forgetting isn't a word in our vocabularies," Richard says.

  "Good," Gladrell says. "Then do as you've been ordered and keep Snow out of harm's way."

  With that, he pushes himself away from the table and stands up. Then, with a sharp nod, he turns on his heels and leaves the Tavern without another word.

  I let out an agitated sigh, but before I can say anything, we see Snow approach our table.

  "What are you doing here?" I ask. She was the last person I expected to see in this place.

  She has her hands on her hips. "I followed you," she says, matter-of-fact.

  "You shouldn't do that," Richard says, taking another pull from his ale.

  "Why not?" she says, daring us for the truth with her eyes sparking a hot blue

  "This country is no longer safe, Princess," I say, looking at her over the rim of my mug.

  "Don't give me that Princess bullshit right now," she says, agitated. Her cheeks flush the shade of a ripe plum. "What's really going on? I have the right to know."

  "It's nothing, it's just—" I start to say, but Snow cuts me off.

  "I heard what Prince Gladrell said. I'm not stupid. Why do I have to stay safe?" she asks.

  "We're here to protect you," I say. I reach over to touch her hand, but she pulls back.

  "Don't patronize me," she says, looking at us both. "Who do you think I am? I don't need your protecting."

  "Yes you do," Richard and I say simultaneously, giving each other a knowing look, a smile forming on our lips.

  She seems to understand the glimmer of something more hidden in our eyes, and I reach out, placing my hand on hers.

  The tension in her body recedes.

  "Sit," I say, patting the empty space between Richard and I. We'd love nothing more than to have her body sandwiched between ours.

  "What if I don't want to sit?" she asks, the hint of the devil on her lips.

  "What if we make you?" Richard says, more than willing to play this game.

  "So make me," she purrs, her lips parting just enough so that we catch a glimpse of her moist tongue, and immediately my cock stiffens to attention, as if it were saluting its captain.

  And let's be honest; she is the captain of this ship, and Richard and I are more than happy to be along for the ride. Richard and I eye her body with
a growing hunger, and I think about what I'd give about now to stick my cock between the warm, secret swells of her breasts.

  Snow is enjoying this game, and she swings her hips playfully, causing the hemline of her dress to climb well above her knees. She's still refusing to sit.

  "Has this Tavern turned into an oven, or is it just me?" she purrs. She pretends to fan her face.

  "It's only about to get hotter," I smile. "You sure you're ready to play with this heat?"

  "Am I?" she asks, giving us a wink, and curling the edges of her lips into a playful grin. "There's only one way to find out. I think we need to book a room for tonight...right here at the Tavern."

  Snow

  Lucien and Richard, talking with Gladrell about how I need to stay safe? Of course I followed them. “I decide what happens to me...or with my body,” I tell them, and they both look at me.

  I go straight up the tavern stairs, my heart thumping so fast I suddenly feel dizzy. I leave because I want to get them to come with me, and turning on my heels, I remain still as I face the doorway. They know what I want, now it’s in their hands: they can either come, or not.

  I stand there for what seems like an eternity, a sudden silence surrounding me. The pounding of my heart growing louder and louder, drowning all of my thoughts, and it only subsides when I start hearing footsteps coming up the stairs.

  Lucien? Richard? I have no idea who’s coming up the stairs, and the anticipation is killing me. But then I see two shadows in the corridor and a heartbeat later, both of them are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, right before the doorway.

  “You want us both...” Richard starts, but I’m not even listening to his words. No, the moment I see them both I lose all control. Without a single word, I reach for his shirt and pull him inside the room. He takes two steps inside, and that’s enough for me to press my lips against his mouth and to slide one hand down his chest.

  I wrap my fingers around Richard's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Lucien, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on Richard’s cock.