Chapter Thirteen

Carter

I knew this moment would come eventually. Granted, I didn’t expect it to be this soon and in this manner, but we all knew that there would be a deadline to how long we could keep this secret from her family. When Marissa told me that Elon worked in computer technology and that bastard had already hacked her account before meeting up to get a better handle on how to interact with her, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he figured she was giving him the runaround and look into it. On the plus side, I can’t see either of them squawking about this to the media and going public, and it does mean that Logan, Marissa and I can work out how to deliver that news without worrying about offending Mom and Dad. The only variable in the whole equation is Elon, and if he’s happy to embarrass himself to create a media storm then we might be lining up the press team a lot earlier than we originally wanted to.

I know Logan won’t give a shit, and Marissa’s probably just as ambivalent now, considering her parents have just walked out on her, but in my years of experience dealing with negative publicity and putting a positive spin on something generally seen as bad, it’s going to take a measured and considered approach.

That’s for after this weekend, though. Right now I’m going to take a measured and considered approach to fucking this persona non grata, puffy nippled, pussy perfect princess.

“Don’t worry about your parents”, Logan laments as the three of us make our way to the bedroom. “They’ll come round.”

Logan O’Connor ever the optimist I think. “I know what’s going to take your mind off it”, I say, kissing Marissa’s neck and shoulder while Logan tugs at the band of her dressing robe.

“So do I”, Logan says, his eyes going wide at her body, as the gown flumps to the floor.

“Did you wax that this time?” he asks, dropping to his knees to investigate her further.

Marissa shakes her head. “Nope”, she says, biting her lip sensually. “Just hot water to open the pores, and a razor to make it shiny for you.”

“It’s perfect”, Logan says. “Come and have a look, Carter.”

The two of us stand apart to appreciate our princess. Seeing how much she turns us on, she does a little twirl and then crawls sexily onto the bed, arching her back like a cat.

“Soft today”, she whispers, falling onto her back. I want you to take turns making love to me.”

“Can we fuck later?” Logan asks quickly, already tearing off his clothes.

“Yes”, Marissa says. “We can fuck as long and as hard and as deep as you want later, but right now I want you to make love to me.”

“You are so romantic”, Logan jokes. “Just like a fairytale princess.”

“I’m hardly a princess anymore”, Marissa says. “Just a normal person like everyone else.”

“You’re a princess to us”, I say, climbing onto the bed and lowering myself down onto her. “And I know that even though princesses like making love, this one likes making love dirty too.”

Marissa smiles at me. “How is it that my parents have known me for eighteen years and they hardly know me at all, and you’ve known me for less than a month and you know me inside out?”

I shrug, my dick bulging against her thigh. “I guess I just know which are the right questions to ask to find out.”

“Alright”, Marissa concedes. “You’re right. Hard, fast, deep, apart or together, you’ve already convinced me that however we do it, no matter what, we’re always going to be making love.”

“The next thing is to make a baby”, Logan says excitedly, naked now and standing at the edge of the bed beside us. His huge dick sticks out in front of him like a divining rod looking for pussy, not water, and I seriously can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

Marissa laughs at that. “Can you imagine a baby that looks like him?” I say. “Big nose, beady eyes, receding hairline.”

“Come on, man”, Logan retorts. “We all know my genes are way better than yours. I mean, just look at our dicks. Mine is way harder, way bigger, way more tasty.”

I cut him off. “Make yourself useful and hold her down”, I suggest. “I’m going to show our princess exactly what it means to make love to us both, soft, hard, gentle and strong.”

“You forgot deep”, Logan remarks.

“Deep too”, I say, while I push her legs apart with my knees. “So deep she’ll feel it for the rest of her life.”

“Do you mean it?” Marissa moans, the tip of my dick coming in contact with her slit.

“Absolutely”, I say. “Didn’t you hear your parents? They’ve given you to us both for keeps. Isn’t that right, Logan?”

“Fuck yes it is”, Logan says, teasing each of her nipples erect for me to bend down and suck in turn. “You’re family just got bigger, better, richer and sexier. Plus we’ve got our own butler on twenty-four hour standby.”

Logan slaps my shoulder jokingly.

“Hold open her pussy for me”, I say, ignoring his attempt at humor. “I want to see that clitoris so I can suck it all.”

“Gently”, Marissa moans, her skin prickling in rose colored bobbles.

I push her legs wide so I can see her pussy hole and ass hole opening up together as Logan spreads her sticky little sex apart.

While I tease her with my tongue, she reaches out to Logan and pulls his dick towards her mouth. With her other hand, she grabs fistfuls of bed-sheets, balling the Egyptian cotton momentarily before letting it fall again like crushed rose petals back to the mattress. With her clit exposed and my tongue inside her, she can’t resist pushing the weight of her body towards me and her pussy as hard as she can against my chin.

I lick her just to hear her moan, the sound of the air vibrating through her vocal cords enough on its own to make my dick throb. Even Logan gets a kick out of watching me tongue her, his eyes seemingly always on the connection either my cock or my finger or my mouth makes with her juicy hole, that look on his face of boyhood wonder that says I’m happy watching but I’m ready to join in whenever you give me the nod.

I’m the same too. I get a kick out of seeing Logan fuck her mouth, her ass-hole or her pussy, because even though it’s not my dick, I can see how much it turns Marissa on. When we both fuck her either at the same time or taking turns, I’ve never seen someone so lost to the experience as she is. I know they say it about a lot of girls, but Marissa is so different from the crowd. She literally loves what we do to her more than anything else in this world.

“Ready”, I ask, my mouth wet with her pussy juice.

“Mmhmm”, she moans against Logan’s cock, before pulling it out to flash me a smile.

“Make love to me”, she says. “And don’t stop until you’ve made us all come.”

“That”, I say, teasing my swollen cock into her hole, “Is something I can definitely do.”

Logan

I love watching Marissa’s tight little sticky teenage pussy yawn around such a gigantic cock. Obviously, it’s so much better when it’s mine, but if I had to choose a stand-in when it can’t be me, I’m happy for her to settle for second best in Carter. When he slides his dick so deep she must feel it somewhere up near her ribs, she clamps her mouth down even tighter on my crown and presses me up against the roof of her mouth. I stand over her like a horny dog, while she bites me, licks me, and milks my swollen rod with increasing levels of eagerness and desire.

This girl barely ever breaks for air, but right now it feels like she’s trying to win a dick sucking competition. I know there’s a metric fuck ton of shit we’re going to have to figure out between us after the bombshell her parents have just dropped, and the road for all of us is going to be rocky and difficult, but even so, I didn’t expect her to react quite like this, you know, like this is the last time she’ll get to play with our dicks.

I guess finally realizing you’re absolutely one hundred percent free makes sexy girls do freaky shit and that I’m never going to complain about.

“Save some of that energy for when I’m inside you”, I say.

“I haven’t told you, you can’t be”, Marissa responds with a knowing wink.

Carter shakes his head when I look up to him suggestively. “As much as I love you, Logan”, he says. “You ain’t gonna fit with me in here too.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that”, I say and slide my hand across Marissa’s belly and down towards her clit. She moans when I nudge her swollen sensitivity with my fingertips but before I get to do what I want to, which is slide a finger up inside her along with Carter’s cock, he figures out my plans and begins to pull her away.

“Now that is just not good teamwork”, I complain.

Carter shifts himself so he’s lying down on the bed and Marissa’s above him. He pulls her down to his chest and Marissa responds by spreading her legs out to stick her ass up and flatten herself against his body. Like this, Carter is deep inside her and her ass hole is completely exposed.

“Be my guest”, Carter says. “We can take turns like this or you can just fuck her in the ass, but right now, there is no way even a finger is going to fit inside here with me.”

I move round to behind them both, which gives me a view of Carter’s nutsack squashed up into the area between Marissa’s pussy and her tight little ass hole, her perfect ass cheeks and an anus that looks so inviting I could frame it and put it on my wall.

Marissa moans as she grinds down on Carter’s cock, and every so often I get an incredible view of her pussy as she lifts up and off his dick before sinking down again.

Pussy hole or ass hole? I silently consider.

“We’re going to have to practice at some point”, I concede. “You’ll have to get over that weird gay hang up of yours. Just because our dicks touch it doesn’t mean we are gay.”

“Nah”, Carter says. “It just means you are.”

I almost flick his balls for that comment, but I know if I do it’ll only break the moment and I’ve got so much pre-cum already leaking out of my cock there’s no way I’m going to miss getting it wet for that. I’m happy to take turns in her pussy for now, but I’m going to make sure sooner or later we both get our junk inside her teenage sex at the same time as well. I know she wants it too. She isn’t shy when it comes to vocalizing her fantasies and this is one I know we all share. Carter may be right that she probably isn’t loose enough for us both to fit, and the last thing I want to do is put her out of play with an injury, so until then I’ll just make do with taking the other hole when one of her’s happens to already be filled.

I edge into position behind her, wrap my hands tightly around her hips and take control of her movements. She’s small and light enough for me to essentially be able to wank her up and down Carter’s cock, and that’s what I do for a while, letting her lean against my chest, her hands clamped around my wrists, her mouth open and her head buried into the crook of my neck.

“You like that, Princess?” I say.

“Mmmhmmm”, Marissa moans, her eyes closed now, losing herself in the moment.

“Show Carter your clit”, I order, and without hesitation she obeys, lifting her hands from mine and guiding them to her sensitivity.

“Play with it”, Carter orders.

“Slowly”, I add.

I can’t see her do it, but Carter’s reaction tells me all I need to know. I continue to lift her up and glide her back down again, while Marissa teases herself and Carter lies back on the bed, his huge dick up inside her, his arms in repose behind his head.

“I could make myself come like this”, Marissa says, her voice dripping over me like honey. “So easily.”

“Do it with Carter’s cock”, I say, lifting her just high enough for Carter’s dick to come out and slap down against his body like an offering. “I’ll fuck you while you rub him against your clit.”

“Okay”, Marissa purrs while gathering him up. “I can get along with that.”

“Carter?” I ask, just to make sure we’re all on the same page.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Don’t come until we’re all ready”, I warn, already at her entrance with my swollen cock head.

“I won’t come until Carter does”, Marissa concedes. “But I’m so close I won’t be able to stop myself if he does.”

She changes her position into a squat, so I can slide myself up inside her more easily and she can use Carter’s dick as a clitoral stimulator. Through her legs, I can see the thickness of Carter’s shaft, his poker face beyond. It doesn’t take me long to get inside her and when I’m deep, I kneel down behind, tight up between Carter’s legs and let her ride me like a wild stallion.

“You know it would be so easy-”, I joke suggestively. “Just to slide him inside.”

“I tell you what”, Carter says slowly, clearly feeling it. “When this gets out, I’m on board.”

“You mean, when this goes public”, I say, something about the position making me  feel it intensely now too. “You’ll back me up?”

“I’ll do double vaginal”, Carter says seriously. “I can’t help it if your tiny dick gets in the way.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Marissa moans, barely able to get the words out.

“Of course, princess”, I say, my eyes firmly fixed on the way her ass spreads as she slides down on my width. “You get to choose who goes in first.”

“What would my parents say?” Marissa jokes.

“I’m sure they’d be extremely proud of you”, I say. “Not every eighteen-year-old girl can get two dicks inside her pussy at the same time.”

“And hardly anyone can call it love making”, Carter adds.

“I can’t argue with that”, Marissa coos, her leg practically shaking now.

“Like that”, Carter says cooly, “I’m going to come.”

“I told you already”, Marissa says, “As soon as you do, I’m not going to be able to hold back. And Logan”, she adds, “you are right up against my G-spot like that.”

“I’m right on the fucking edge here”, I confess. “Just looking at your pussy stretch around my dick is making my prostate tremble.”

“On three”, Marissa says, her breath peaking.

“On three”, Carter adds, his delivery measured.

“Fuck yeah”, I say, on the very edge of blowing my load.

This isn’t just about the sex, that’s pretty clear for me now. The sex is out of this world amazing, but if this were any other smoking hot eighteen-year-old girl, I wouldn’t feel anywhere near this good. I feel more sensitive than I ever have at any other time with any other girl, excited to the point of confusion and turned on to the point of spiritual, out-of-body experience.

This girl fills me, which is one weird fucking thing to say for someone like me. Logan O’Connor isn’t shy about his feelings, but even this one’s a new one to me. I am definitely, one hundred percent, head over fucking heels in love with this exquisite human being and knowing that makes me feel happier than I ever thought would be possible, even with my ludicrously high expectations.

“One”, Marissa says as she lowers herself gently down onto my cock again, clearly holding desperately onto the very edge of it.

“Two”, I say as she raises herself up again, and between her legs I can see the stem of Carter’s throbbing cock, veins raised, ready to explode.

There is just enough time for Marissa to begin her descent again before Carter decides he can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Fucking hell”, he says, and even though I don’t see it, I can practically hear his cock exploding thick ribbon after ribbon of salty cum all over Marissa’s tingly clit.

It’s enough to send Marissa tumbling towards inevitability, and with a deep downwards thrust to press my cock up against her g-spot, she explodes in the kind of orgasmic bliss you think only porn actresses have the capacity to experience. Predictably, I can’t hold myself back either, and as Marissa tries to catch her breath and desperately hold on to any semblance of reality, I fire squirt after squirt of thick cum up into her tender pussy.

“Three”, we all say in unison, before Marissa drops even lower on my cock and can’t help but come hard again.

We stay like that for a while - me up inside her, Carter stretched out below, Marissa balanced on top of us both, and cum drying cold around her clit - before pins and needles force Marissa and me to readjust position. As she lifts off my dick, I get her to do it slowly enough that every single inch inside her feels like an explosion of pleasure. Carter and I are both still hard when Marissa lays down between us, and I get a kick out of trying to push my way back inside her. Marissa’s too sensitive to allow it, though, and when I feel like I’ve teased her enough, I knock it off and let her rest.

“Not bad”, Marissa concedes. “Not bad at all.”

“I’ve never seen Carter come so quickly”, I joke, “What on earth did you do to him?”

“Sensitive spot”, Marissa says, catching his eye to smile at him. “Or I guess I just know where to touch it.”

“That too”, Carter says, folding onto his side to pull her into him.

Like this, he gets the hug, I get the eyes, mouth, and body. I shift in so I’m able to kiss her and while I do, Carter plays with her hair.

“I guess we just need more practice”, I say.

“Plenty of time for that now”, Marissa concedes. “My life just got a hell of a lot more complicated.”

“A hell of a lot better”, Carter corrects. “That isn’t even in doubt.”

“A hell of a lot better”, Marissa agrees. “At least twice as good as before.”

That makes me smile. “There you go”, I say. “We’ll work this out, and before long you’ll realize that there’s no looking back, only forward.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that”, Marissa says. “I was just thinking which one of you guys I’m going to marry to get my American visa.”

“Then I guess that’ll have to be Carter”, I say, laughing along with her. “He’s way richer than I am.”

“Richer, more handsome, definitely better in bed”, Carter jokes.

“I’ll give you richer, but the other two? I mean come on, we all know who the real Don Juan is here.”

“You’re right”, Carter confesses. “We don’t have anything at all on Marissa.”

“A-fucking-men”, Marissa says. “A-two-fucking-incredible-men.”

“I’ll second that”, I say.

“And I’ll third it too”, Carter adds.

“Then that’s a motion”, Marissa giggles, and pulls me in towards her.

“I’m watching you, Logan”, Carter says. “Careful where you put that hand.”

“I know you love it really”, I say, and make a point of placing it on his ass.

“I’ll count to three”, Carter says carefully, before shouting quickly: “Three.”

It makes me jump so much I nearly fall out of the bed, and when I’ve righted myself and got back into position, Marissa and Carter are still laughing heartily.

“I’ll get you back for that”, I say, my blood racing quickly around my body.

“You’re such a pussy, Logan”, Carter says. “It’s a good job you’ve got me to look out for you.”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to trade him in for an upgrade?”, I whisper to Marissa, who’s already halfway to sleep. “He’s definitely past his best.”

“Somehow you’re a perfect match”, Marissa says, “Somehow it turns out we all are. Now get some rest, we’ve got a long road ahead of us, and I want to make it as kinky and as loving as hell.”

“That I can definitely go along with”, I say, while Carter nods his agreement too.

Just before she falls asleep I reach over and kiss her. “Goodnight, princess”, I say, and give Carter’s ass cheek a damn good squeeze.

“Logan!” Carter yells, and gets ready to chase me out of bed.