The Bullion Brothers: Billionaire triplet brothers interracial menage (5 page)

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.

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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?”

All the fun drained out of his face, and his eyes popped as my stepbrother’s arm whipped out and his hand clamped on Gutbucket’s throat.

“You don’t so much as look at her,” he hissed, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You don’t get within breathing distance of her, get me?”

I had seen his eyes blaze like that before, the tremble of rage in his voice. He spoke in a low snarl through his clenched teeth. My throat was tight and my heart thumped.

I heard one of the cheerleaders mutter, “Well, who’d want to?” and they all doubled over in giggles.

First time I saw him, I knew that what I felt was wrong, even though I probably wasn’t old enough to know why. Was it wrong then, if I didn’t know? I never really got why it was all supposed to be so dreadfully wrong anyway. It was all way too complicated for me.

I’d heard about him from Mom and his daddy told me how I was going to like him
so
much. How he and I were going to be the very best of friends. We would be the closest brother and sister ever.
 

I was sitting on the top of the stairs in our old house. He was at the bottom. He looked so much older than me, I was kind of scared. I knew that everyone called him ‘Baz,’ except for the Asshat, his dad. He called him ‘Balt,’ which sounded completely stupid. Nobody called him by his name.

His name was from the Bible. It was the name of one of the three kings, the wise men. The Magi, some people called them. I liked the sound of that, ‘Magi.’ It was like ‘magic.’

Standing in the pool of light at the bottom of the stairs with his shaggy, curly blond hair, he looked somewhat angelic. At least, he had, until he turned to look up at me and I saw his eyes and twisty smile. I felt like my insides melted and splashed out of me, and cascaded down the steps.

It was then that I realized he could see straight up my skirt. I knew that I should move, to close my legs or pull my skirt tighter. It was kinda hard not to. But it gave me a dark sensation, a thrill that I never forgot. It was so very wrong. And I wanted it, again and again.
 

The Asshat was in the kitchen. I overheard him telling my Mom, “His mother was cruel and callous to give him that ridiculous name.” His eyes darkened as he overheard his father.
 

His blond curls bobbed as he came slowly up the stairs. An electric tingle ran from my stomach down into my panties as he came nearer. That tingle I had only felt a couple of times before. Times when something good somehow felt really bad, or when something bad felt really, really good.

He muttered in that whisper of his, said what was cruel was for his Mom to die so soon and in the way that she did. As it slipped out under his breath, I got the idea that he blamed his daddy for her dying. I didn’t really know why I thought that.

So nobody used his name and he certainly never threw it around. He was always introduced as ‘Baz,’ and that was that.

That first night they stayed over in our house, he shared my room. There wasn’t another room spare, although he could have slept on the couch in the living room. The Asshat slept in Mom’s room, of course.
 

In the darkness he whispered to me, and told me, “She gave me the name and I keep it special.” He shone a flashlight in my face. “You heard him diss it, so he never gets to use it.” In the darkness, the anger glowed in his eyes. “Ne.Ver.”

“I want you to call me by my real name,” he said, “But only when we’re alone. Never when there’s anyone else, anyone at all who might hear it, you understand?”

“Even Mom and your Daddy?”

His voice was hard, “Especially them.”

And that was when he told me what it was. The word crackled through me, like the tingle on the stairs and with the same charge.

Balthazar.

When Mom told me that we had to move in with Balthazar’s daddy, she said that their ‘big apartment’ was much better than our little house. I didn’t see why. It was way high in an apartment block downtown. A house seemed much better than that.

You had your own door on to the street and you didn’t have to wait for an elevator to go out or to come back in. You could open all the windows and we had a yard out back with grass and some flowers.