Chapter Eight

Marissa

I catch a glimpse of all three of us in the mirror in the elevator that takes us up to the penthouse suite of the hotel my parents are paying for me to stay in. Carter Kane the width of Logan and I put together, muscled arms like the trunks of ten-year-old trees making his shirt look like it’s painted on, a bulge in his pants so thick it makes me want to drop to my knees and pull him out then and there.

Logan stands on the other side of me, too excited to hide it, smaller in width than Carter and a little less his height, but lithe, athletic and wiry with powerful muscle than can turn a standing start to a sprint in seconds. He too has a bulge standing proudly between his legs, a thin piece of fabric the only thing keeping it safe from my grasp.

This is definitely not what my parents had in mind when they brought me here, and if they saw me now, heading towards my bedroom with these two men, they’d probably call the police.

I’m so excited I’ve managed to get this far, I can feel my tummy doing somersaults and my pussy tingling with the kind of heat I know means only one thing. When I get this sensation inside me, I just can’t ignore it. I can’t make it go away until I make sure it’s satisfied, as though the thing has a mind of its own and a hunger only one thing or two can satiate.

There is a tension between us because of what we all know we are about to do, a kind of reverential silence in respect of the connection we are all about to bring to each other.

When the elevator stops, Carter swings the door and I skip the way to the suite. Logan was brave enough to suggest it, while not a single one of us hesitated to agree. This is what I’ve always wanted since I've been old enough to know it's a possibility. This is what I dreamed I’d be able to find, in a foreign land full of hope and opportunity and athletes with ten packs and dicks as big as car handbrakes.

Like I said before, why settle for second best when you can have first best twice? If more people admitted to what they wanted, there would be much more happiness in the world.

With stage one complete, Logan and Carter here in my private suite, the rest of the evening and half of tomorrow ours in absolute isolation to spend how we wish, I speedily work out how to move onto stage two.

Get boys here, lose my virginity to them, fall in love, eventually tell my parents and then the wider world. Be a princess pioneer.

“So, what are we going to do, take turns?” Logan says, that mischievous grin all over his face. I know he’s dicking around and it makes me smile, even though Carter seems to think it’s disrespectful, which makes me like him even more.

“You never heard of wining and dining, Logan”, Carter says. “Or did you miss the classes on how to seduce a lady?”

“I guess I missed the class, but I can show you what works if you like? You seem to have lost your touch.”

“The day I lose my touch, I’ll have forgotten more things than you’ll ever know”, Carter says. “When people give those classes, they come to me for advice on what to teach.”

“Is that right?”

“You want to watch for a bit and take notes?”

“Go on then”, Logan says challengingly. “We’ll let our princess decide.”

“Don’t get disappointed when you realize my dick is bigger than yours, though.”

“It ain't the size of the boat, Carter, everyone knows that it’s the motion of the ocean.”

Logan wriggles his hips in a circle and ends the movement with a pelvic thrust.

“When you boys have finished arguing about the size of your dicks”, I say, walking towards the bedroom. “You can come and show them to me.”

I don’t even make it a meter and a half when I feel Carter come up behind me, lift me off my feet in one swift movement and carry me the rest of the distance to my huge bed.

He dumps me onto the soft duvet and begins to climb aboard as well, a determined look in his eye.

“You ready for this?” he says, as I playfully back away.

Carter grabs hold of my leg and pulls me back towards him. “I was ready the moment I saw you”, I say, holding his smoldering gaze.

“Good”, he says. “Because I do two things well. I play ball and I fuck, and tonight I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”

“Me too”, Logan says, at the bedside and already pulling off his clothes. “I play ball and I fuck, and I do those things way better than this jerk, you’ll see.”

“Kiss me”, I command Carter.

I’ve always wanted to be pinned down by the weight of a big, strong man and right now the inside of my body is fizzing in anticipation, while the outside bobbles up with goose-pimples.

“I thought you’d never ask”, Carter says, closing the space between us.

He trails the tips of his fingers across my body, lightly caressing the exposed skin there to make me imagine lightning bolts coming out and exploding where contact is made, before that hand slides casually between my tits and up towards my neck. He holds my chin in position, his thumb pressing just hard enough to part my lower lip from my upper and then drops towards me to close out everything in sight but his beautiful face.

I feel the heat of his breath against my tingling lips before he presses his own against mine, a soft cushion of warm perfection that sends shivers up and down my spine. I feel his tongue brush lightly against my upper lip, pretend to want to push further into my mouth and then retreat when he feels like he’s teased me enough. When he pulls away, my lips are numb and every single nerve ending everywhere else on my body feels like it’s been turned up to the maximum possible setting.

I run my own tongue over my lips, to see if they are still there or if he’s somehow kissed them away, and to taste the essence he’s left with me. I try to pull him back down but he’s firm and holds his position, which means I end up lifting myself up towards him. I reach for another, but he teases me with a little shake of the head.

“More”, I say, insistently.

“Logan’s turn”, Carter says. “Let’s see if he’s learned anything.”

We turn our heads towards him and both get a kick out of what we find. Logan is stood there in his boxer shorts and nothing else, his huge dick not quite fully erect, but thick enough and meaty enough to fill the final piece of fabric he hasn’t had time to remove.

“What?” he says, looking at us with confusion. “Did I misunderstand something here?”

“You have no subtlety when it comes to woman, Logan O’Connor. None at all.”

“Subtlety is not my strong suit, I’ll give you that”, Logan says. “I never liked beating around the bush.”

Carter peels himself away from me, but before he gets off entirely he demands something first.

“Arms up. Your top, give it to me.”

I like the game immediately and shoot my arms up in the direction of the head of the bed. “Are you going to strip an innocent girl?”

Carter pulls the T-Shirt over my head, my hair getting caught momentarily in the neck.

“Absolutely, he says. “We’re going to strip you and then we’re going to take advantage of your innocence.”

“You know I’m a princess, right? I could have you killed.”

“I know you’re a virgin too”, he says, his fingers now teasing at the edge of my bra, threatening to dip inside and find my tender nipples. “So I’ll make sure we’re thorough.”

I’m almost shaking with excitement, gasping with desire. I want them to fuck me so hard I moan, fill me so full of their cum they could wring me out like a towel. I want a dick inside my pussy while another is forced inside my button tight anus. I want both dicks in my mouth at the same time, pushed so deeply inside me I almost choke. I don’t know what it is that makes me desire things that are so dirty and forbidden, but maybe it’s because I’ve always been told these things are something I shouldn’t want and will never have.

If it feels good, why fight it? If it feels naughty, what’s the point in ignoring it? If you’re having fun, why hold back?

Carter steps away from me, to clear the way for Logan, who doesn’t quite crawl on the bed like a panther about to strike, more like jumps on it like a puppy about to play. He grabs me, pulls me tightly into him and rolls over so I’m now on top.

“You don’t want to waste your time getting all serious about your relationship with Carter”, Logan says, our lips close enough to kiss but not doing it.

“No?” I ask.

“Uh-Uh”, Logan grunts, shaking his head. “Relationships should be fun, all the time. If you aren’t laughing when you fuck, you aren’t really enjoying it.”

“Is that right?” I ask.

“Mmhmm”, Logan grunts.

“You going to kiss me?” I say.

“Are you going to ask nicely?”

“Are you going to-”, I’m halfway through repeating when Logan pulls me towards him and forces his lips against mine. He bites my lower lip, teases my mouth open with his tongue, kisses me deeply and then runs the tip of his tongue along the length of my upper and lower lips, his eyes flashing as I melt with fizzing pins and needles.

“Oh, you like that?”

“Again”, I command.

“I don’t know whether-”, he’s halfway through saying before I cut him off, this time kissing him, teasing his long tongue out of his mouth to suck, sucking his lower lip and losing myself so completely in the moment, it isn’t until he’s halfway through doing it, do I notice Carter has unbuttoned my jeans at the waist and is slowly but confidently removing them.

“Hey!”, I say, pulling momentarily away from Logan. “Is that what you mean by seducing me?”

“You’ll be more comfortable without them on, and besides which, I want to see what a princess’s panties look like.”

The answer makes me smile, while the action excites me too. I defer to my back, rolling off Logan and into the soft hug of the bed again.

Logan takes to his knees, his dick fully erect now and pushing his boxer shorts so firmly they lift away from his skin, while Carter, still fully clothed, tugs my jeans off at my ankles.

“You’re like a puppy dog, Logan”, Carter remarks. “You kiss like you’re licking your master.”

“I know, right”, he says. “If you’ve got a long tongue, you might as well use it.”

“Then you can do the princess the service of licking her out while I teach her how to suck my dick.”

“Since when did you get so dirty mouthed?” Logan says.

“I guess I’ve been hanging around with you too long already.”

I wriggle just to play around, but it makes little difference. Logan holds my hips still, while Carter pulls off my jeans fully and then tosses them casually into a corner of the room.

“I think we make a good team”, Logan says.

“We might if you last”, he says and I follow his eye line to Logan’s dick, where pre-cum has already oozed out into the cotton that traps his member in place.

“Don’t you worry about me”, he says, winking at me. “Even if I come, I stay hard.”

“So that’s what a virgin princess looks like in her panties and bra”, Carter says.

“Mmmhmm”, I say, giggling a little.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this horny. I know my pussy is going to be so wet they’ll probably both be able to slide in at once. If they try, I won’t stop them.

“Show us the rest”, Carter orders.

“Uh-uh”, I say, giving a little shake of the head. “You first.”

“When I take this out”, Carter says, his hand grabbing his huge bulge, “I’m going to need somewhere to put it.”

“And I thought you were a gentleman”, I say, turned on even more by this dirty, insistent side of his personality, than the one he was presenting at dinner. It’s like a switch has flipped and Carter’s running on instinct and raw desire alone. He knows he wants me and he knows I’m going to let him take me, and right now it’s about the tease.

“I left the gentleman at the door when I realized exactly what you wanted”, Carter says. “Gentleman don’t fuck, they make love, which is what I know you’ll want later on tonight, tomorrow, next week or next month even, but right now, tonight, for the first time, I know what you want is to fuck. So, I’m not going to ask you again. Take them off.”

Just the look in his eyes is enough to melt me. If he concentrated hard enough, I reckon he could burn my panties off me before too long.

“I know you’re going to be gentle”, I say, expecting and wanting the complete opposite. “I might break easily.”

“I’ll be gentle”, Carter says. “When you tell me you want me to be.”

I reach up and unclip my bra from the front, the fabric falling slowly away and revealing my pert, perfectly sized tits. Logan is vocal in his appreciation of my form, his hand quick to take advantage of this new state, while Carter just fixes me with his panty melting glare, his huge cock now swollen fully against his pants.

Logan teases my pink, puffy nipples erect, with well-practised movements of his hands and fingers, before leaning in with his tongue, unable to resist me for much longer.

I lie back on the bed while Logan hovers over me, his hands everywhere on my skin at once, the sweet sensation of erogenous bliss aching out through my whole body.

“Your tits are perfect”, Logan says, wide-eyed and grinning. “Absolutely perfect.”

He shares his attention between each of my nipples, before kissing across my breasts, up over my neck, under my ear and then down to my belly button, his tongue inside the hole there momentarily, while his eager fingers dance their way along the waistband of my panties.

“Can I take them off?” he asks, the fingers dipping under the fabric every now and again and making me squeal with desire.

I can feel my pussy ache to be touched, licked, fingered and fucked. Every single one of my nerve endings is screaming out at me for attention, to be pushed to orgasm and out over the edge, like a big red button that demands to be pressed.

With that kind of urgency, it’s almost impossible to resist going too fast too soon and giving into anticipation. I’ve never been good at resisting what I want, never had the ability to hold back instead of taking it all at once. It’s part of the reason I’m doing this tonight, right now, instead of after three dates and a bunch of times increasing contact up to it. I’m the kind of girl that sees a cake and not only eats the whole thing straight away but orders another one straight afterward. Logan gives the impression he’s exactly like me, while Carter seems way more able to control it. I guess that comes with experience, or it reflects personality, or that some people are just better than others at holding back.

Fuck holding back. I can hold back later when I’m sated enough to be able to resist wanting it all immediately at once.

“Wait”, Carter says, moving into position between my legs. “I want to feel you before I see you.”

“No”, I complain, shaking my head, as he takes my hands away and holds them to the side.

“No hands”, he orders. “You can use those later.”

“Good idea”, Logan squeals excitedly.

“Above your head”, Carter demands and I have no choice but to lift my hands up above my head and let both of these men do exactly what they want to me. Carter has removed his shirt and kneels between my legs while Logan kneels to the side, still in his boxer shorts, his huge dick only inches away from my mouth. I was waiting for the right moment to pull him out and into my mouth, and now I can’t use my hands I want it even more.

“Are you going to show me, Logan?” I say challengingly, while Carter puts my body in the position he wants it in.

“Fuck yeah”, Logan says, and he’s out of his boxer shorts in less time than it takes for Carter to find my clitoris with his thumb.

The impact is two-fold. While Carter traces his finger along my slit, the thin slip of fabric only enhancing the incredible sensation, Logan proudly reveals his humongous cock, which is thick, veiny and shiny with his precum. My instinct is to reach for it, but as soon as I do, he stops my hand at the wrist and presses it back down into the bed.

“I’ll do it”, Logan suggests and edges his way closer to my mouth.

I’m on my back, arms essentially tied up, my legs open and my head tilted to the side, while two of the most incredibly athletic men I’ve ever seen do everything they can to please me. I’m a princess, being made into a dirty little slut, and I absolutely love it.

Logan rubs the tip of his cock against my moistened lips, and when I purse them together, trying to make them into the size and shape of my pussy hole, he can’t resist but to slide his cock slowly inside me.

I wanted to suck the gardener’s cock, but I never got a chance. I managed to suck my violin teachers cock, but he wasn’t very well endowed, and shortly after I put him inside me, my pussy open to let him see my nubile form, he came like a gushing water fountain. Until now, that was the only experience I’ve had, and compared to it, this blows it completely out of the water.

It could be Carter’s fingers expertly tracing my slit, his lips on my pussy hole blowing hot air onto my clit, his gentle, rhythmic thumb movements pushing me towards orgasmic bliss, or just the fact that Logan’s cock is hot, throbbing and incredibly satisfying all the way inside me. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make me moan and push every part of my body towards both of these men.

I trust my cunt towards Carter only for him to push down on my hips and away so he can control me, and I open my throat up and let Logan push his way inside me as deep as my body will let him go. Every so often he pulls his swollen meat out and I get to explore the contours of his glans with the tip of my tongue, drinking down his honey hinted pre-cum, and sucking his meat against the roof of my mouth, while he fondles my tits and pulls my nipples erect, and Carter exposes a little bit more of my teenage pussy, his tongue or his fingers at the edge of my panties.

I knew this would be incredible. I knew having a cock in my mouth and someone else taking care of my pussy at the same time would be out of this world, I just didn’t expect how good that sensation could be, even before coming. When I talk about being able to resist desire and giving into temptation, I forget sometimes that the bigger the build up, the more intense the orgasm at the end of it, and the slower you go, the higher you can climb.

Right now, only at the very start of it, I feel like I’ve climbed higher already than ever before, even those very few times I’ve managed to multiple orgasm.

One of the first times I put something inside my pussy I came so hard I thought I’d broken something inside me. The sensation was so good, I didn’t know what I’d done, and it scared me a little. It wasn’t until a while afterward, reading about it online, that I realized I’d had a multiple vaginal orgasm and after that, I tried to repeat it as much as possible, sometimes successfully, sometimes not.

Once again I feel Carter’s fingers at the edge of the fabric of my panties that marks the line between my pussy and my inner thigh tease their way underneath to the edge of my pussy lip, but this time, instead of retreating outside again, they continue on, first to the very top of my slit to gauge the sensitivity and form of my clitoris - the first contact of fingers directly on my pussy and one that makes me groan so hard I have to sit up - before they slide along my slit and towards my hole.

I’m up on my elbows now, watching Carter watch me, Logan’s dick out of my mouth for a moment to watch us both watch each other.

I gasp as Carter slides his finger inside me, pushing it to its full depth in one go, my eyes lighting up and rolling towards the back of my head like numbers on the spinning wheel of a fruit machine.

Carter grunts like an animal while Logan watches on, his cock twitching like a tuning fork, and that unmoveable smile spread across his face like a cat that knows his turn is next, watching another get his share of the cream.

“Tight”, Carter says. “And wet.”

I gasp again as he pulls his finger out, the digit the size of a small cock, and shows me my own sticky cum, before he rubs his middle finger and his thumb together, all three of us watching my cum form a stringy, sticky band between the thick digits.

A little longer inside me, his finger could have made me come. Needless to say, as soon as he pulls it out I want it back inside.

“Ready”, I stutter, desperate to have him fuck me.

Logan’s eyes flash greedily. “Panties off”, he says excitedly. “Then it’s my turn to show you what I can do with my tongue.”

Carter steps away from the bed. “All yours”, he says. “You’ve got until I get myself undressed.”

Logan wastes no time. He’s deferring control to Carter for now, but not because he believes it’s his divine right to have it, more because he’s just as happy taking the lead as he is coming up the rear, and I mean that in every single definition of the phrase.

Carter strips slowly and carefully, as though every single item of his clothing might explode if he so much as folded it the wrong way, while Logan edges closer to a prize I think might make him explode just by looking at it.

My tender, tight, teenage pussy. I’m sure both of these men have had their fair share, whether they’ve had anyone quite like me, regal and full-blooded, quick to excite and horny as hell, I don’t know.

I love these moments. Not specifically revealing my pussy to two broad-shouldered men, but the emotions moments like these generate inside me. I’m sure words have little to offer in replacement of sensation, but I’ll do my absolute best to describe it. You’ve wanted something for such a long time that you get to the point that you believe it will never come. It’s a something that is so ridiculously difficult to achieve, it borders on absolute fantasy. And then it happens. But it doesn’t happen like you imagine, because what you imagine is only half as good as how it turns out. And all of a sudden you are there in the moment, your pussy screaming out to be seen to, the men you’ve dreamt into existence horny and excited to please you, one of them undressing slowly, the other about to remove your sticky wet panties.

Logan pulls the fabric away from my trembling sex, over my knees, and out past my ankles, while I hold my feet together and up in the air for him.

“Gotcha”, he says, spinning my panties in the air before tossing them carelessly at Carter.

I lower my legs to the bed and Logan creeps his hands between them at the ankles, widening them little by little, like a crowbar might the panels of a fence. At my knees, I let myself drop open, my pussy yawning open slightly and Logan almost falls off the bed in excitement.

I know half of it is theatrical, the other half real, but he’s so animated anyway, even if fifty percent of his reaction is unenhanced I can tell he’s even more excited than he expected to be.

“I think we’ve found ourselves a keeper, Carter”, Logan says, eyeing me carefully before diving in. “You’re not shy, are you?” he adds, looking me up and down.

I shake my head, even though I feel exposed. “Not shy”, I say. “Just inexperienced.”

“Well, that’s where we come in”, Logan says, looking directly at my pussy hole. “Right, Carter?”

Carter comes towards me, now completely naked, his huge dick sticking out in front of him like a Maglite torch.

“Jesus Christ”, Logan says turning to him. “You’re going to hurt someone with that.”

“I’m going to introduce it to you slowly”, Carter says, “Because if I give it to you all at once, you’re never going to want me to leave.”

His cock is enormous, but it’s not only his dick that gives me a shiver of delight, it’s the entire package. He has a body that makes him look like a cross between a mountaineer and a Greek Olympic wrestling champion, an adonis belt I can’t help staring at and a perfect spread of hair across his chest I want to fall asleep against after he’s made me come.

As for his dick, two hands wouldn’t be enough to cover it. I’m going to squeal in delight lowering myself down onto that incredible joystick.

“On your knees, mouth open”, Carter says. “Logan’s going to run his enormous tongue over your pussy like a faithful little dog, while you show me how much you like what he’s doing to you. After that, I’ll let him get you sized up before I take you all the way, just because I’m nice. That alright with you, Princess?”

I don’t answer, I just roll over onto my knees, arch my back, spread my legs and stick my ass up into the air like a good little girl.

“Alright”, Carter says, before he readjusts my body and pulls me towards him, so he can stand at the edge of the bed without mounting it.

“Ready?” Logan asks.

“Fuck yes”, I say, almost shivering in anticipation.

“Then I’ll begin”, Logan says.

He wasn’t lying about the size of his tongue, nor what he said he could do with it. With little more than what feel like kisses, gentle, well-placed licks and a suck or two and a breath of hot air in the right location, I feel like I’m going to come. Logan doesn’t let me get that far, though, and every time I try to take control by pushing my pussy down onto his tongue and encouraging him to drive his way inside me, he pulls away until I relax again and let him go to work. Sometimes he pulls me down onto his mouth too, and every so often I notice an eagerness outside of his expert control, but it’s never enough for either of us to lose it completely.

It’s like he takes me to the edge, like he can tell somehow he’s pushed me as far as I can go without coming, holds me there for as long as possible and then brings me slowly back down. Like he’s inflating a balloon a little bit more each time, but never enough for it to pop. Little by little he pushes the boundaries until I’m moaning hard on Carter’s dick, my body jerking uncontrollably as though his tongue were an exposed electrical wire and my body the world best conductor.

I don’t want to come anyway, not yet, at least. I know I’m playing with the boys in the big league right now, but this girl doesn’t want to admit she’s from a different level altogether. If I wanted to, and I concentrated hard enough I could let myself come hard just thinking about what Logan and Carter are both doing to me, and I’d be happy enough with the result, but I want to feel this sense of edging with Carter and Logan both filling me up and the ecstatic joy a synchronised group orgasm will bring.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait”, Logan says suddenly. “I’ve had enough. This pussy is too good not to stick my dick inside.”

He wriggles out from underneath me and repositions himself behind.

“Go easy”, Carter warns him, while sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, bundles of my hair held firmly in his giant hand to keep me in the position he wants me in.

I wish I could see Logan’s face right now because I know it’d make me smile. Wide eyes, huge smile, kid-in-a-candy-store kind of bewildered excitement.

“You have got the best pussy I have ever seen, or tasted”, Logan says. “I could stand here for hours just looking at you. The whole thing. Your pussy, your pussy lips, your ass-hole-”, he fingers each one in turn as though unable to resist talking about me and looking at me without touching me too just to see if I’m real. “You are missing out here, Carter Kane, missing out.”

“I’m doing fine here”, Carter says, while I suck on his dick, my tongue rolling around underneath his foreskin as I wank him into my mouth. “You enjoy yourself for now.”

“You sure you don’t mind me going first?” Logan says. “She is a virgin after all.”

“And a princess”, Carter reminds him. “And if this weren’t a team effort I would. Thing is, your dick is smaller and she needs to work up to my size.”

“I can’t be held responsible if she comes”, Logan says. “You know I’m dynamite in bed.”

All the while he’s talking, Logan is running his thumb into my pussy hole, his middle finger into my tight little anus, and even though he’s only an inch or so inside me it feels absolutely amazing.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be here getting to do this to you”, Logan says, replacing his hand with the tip of his cock. “I thought I’d blown it when I fumbled that ball.”

He runs his cock along my slit, nudging it gently against my clit before finding the angle to enter my hole and applying just enough pressure to keep it there without having to hold on. With his hands, he spreads my legs a little wider, before holding open my pussy as wide as he can.

“I’m going to ease my way in”, Logan says, already doing it. “Try not to come too soon.”

The sensation is incredible. Way better than the handle of my hairbrush. A million times more sensitive than the first dildo I managed to get a member of staff to buy and smuggle into the palace for me, a completely different world to my own fingers.

“Relax”, Carter says, stroking my hair.

I’m relaxed, but Logan is bigger at my pussy than he was at my mouth and even though it doesn’t hurt having him slide his way inside me, the sensation is so overwhelming, I have to concentrate hard not to lose myself to it.

“That’s it”, Logan says, his thumb back at my anus, tracing cum into my puckered hole. “Fuck that’s good. You are so tight.”

I think I have most of him inside me until I feel him push past my entrance and keep on going and going.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it”, Logan says again. “Shit, girl, you could make me come with those tight little muscles. Let’s try that again.”

No sooner is he inside me, past my entrance and deep in my vagina, do I feel him pull out completely to experience it again.

“This is one of my favorite parts”, Logan says. “You know, I love it all. But the moment it goes in, it feels so good on my dick, just feeling myself breaking into your tight little pussy, watching my dick disappear inside you, seeing that band of skin at the entrance to your pussy wrap itself around my throbbing cock like a balloon.”

“Shut up Logan, and fuck me”, I say, cutting him off.

“Alright, Princess”, he says. “I guess I can do that.”

Logan pulls out again, and I’m half way to turning around and complaining when he’s back at my entrance and as deep inside me as I’ve felt yet, all in one swift motion.

“Fuck”, I moan out, automatically pushing myself back onto his dick, until I feel his balls squash up against my pussy lips. “Fuck, fuck.”

“I heard you the first time”, Logan jokes, adjusting himself while still inside me to press his knees up against the backs of mine and rock me backward slightly so I’m half kneeling half sitting, his dick as deep as I think I’m capable of feeling. “By the way, you aren’t a virgin anymore.”

With his hands on my hips, Logan holds me in place and begins to fuck me slowly. Long, deep strokes of his dick that rock me hard onto Carter’s cock, forcing it up against the back of my throat so deeply I nearly choke.

These two men are so well endowed they could probably touch dicks if they pushed themselves inside me deep enough. If they did, I wonder how good the orgasm would be.

“Now, you’ve got to give me a high five”, Logan says, over the top of my supine body.

“You are such a kid”, Carter says. “You can’t just enjoy what you are doing without having to make some metaphysical reference to it? We have a virgin princess between us and you want to do a high five over her back?”

“Come on”, Logan says, all the while fucking me rhythmically, his balls banging against my pussy lips, his fingers either toying with my ass hole or creeping round towards my clit. “You aren’t too big for a high five are you?”

“Will you stop smiling like some kind of rookie on acid if I do?” Carter stutters, losing his cool for the first time as I find the sensitive bundle of nerve endings that connects his shaft with his crown, and tease it with the tip of my tongue.

“I can’t help it if I like to smile”, Logan says. “You would if you were doing what I’m doing now.”

“Oh, I’m doing just fine over here”, Carter says, his eyes catching mine as he looks down at me. “And the longer I wait, the better it’ll be for us all.”

“Don’t leave me hanging, Carter Kane”, Logan says, “I know how much you want to.”

Finally, Carter meets Logan’s raised hand, and with an ironic smile the two men high-five above me, congratulating themselves for ending up in this lofty position.

“Fuck yeah”, Logan says. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Carter shakes his head a little, but I can tell that he likes Logan, even though he complains about him. I guess Carter sees a little of himself in the rookie’s energy, an aspect of his personality he’s felt like he’s had to spend the last few years hiding.

“Okay”, Logan says. “That’s the formalities out of the way, let’s get on with the fucking.”

“Like I said, Logan”, Carter says. “You just show us all what you can do, and then I’ll show us all how to do it better.”

“That’s what I like about you, Carter”, Logan retorts. “You know how to handle a crowd.”

As Logan fucks me, I feel him deeper inside with each push, the two of us as one, the muscles of my pussy like memory foam clinging to his form. When he enters me I expand around him, and when he withdraws to begin again, my pussy clings onto his cock desperate to not let him go.

Each thud of his balls against my pussy lips feels like a knock closer towards heaven that resounds around my body in echoes like the aftershocks of a gigantic earthquake and when he repositions us all, finally taking a control that Carter is indifferent to allow him, which actually gives me more control than him, I know it won’t be much longer before I come.

With Logan underneath me, I squat in a position I have always wanted to find myself in and watch his cock impale me as I slide up and down on his shaft, so close to an orgasm if I stopped moving at any moment it would completely overwhelm me.

I fuck him like this for a while, both facing towards him and facing away, and then I fall to the side when I can’t cope anymore, gather myself into a fetal ball and fuck him with my knees close up to my chest.

When he’s at the edge and Carter’s watched for long enough, his dick aching to plow its way inside me, Logan finally pulls out and concedes the territory to his more experienced cohort.

I feel like a doll in Carter’s hands. He’s bigger and stronger than Logan and because of it, able to manipulate me into a number of different positions, and hold them all for longer than I’m able to allow it. With that, he’s delicate, conscious and entirely focussed on my enjoyment of the experience. It takes a while to get him inside me, an event that Logan takes great pleasure in watching, but when he’s finally inside, it feels like he’s in a place he was always meant to be. With Logan inside me, I felt like heaven was burning brightly at the edge of my world, with Carter it feels like that world is about to crumble into a million pieces. It’s a whole different pleasure, but just as good. Individually I wouldn’t be able to choose between these men and thankfully as a team, I don’t have to.

I’m at the very edge when Carter places me above him, holding me flat against his chest, and Logan makes his way behind me.

With Carter fucking me a million different ways, Logan has been licking my clit, teasing my nipples, stroking my hair and massaging my tits, waiting for the right moment to turn his role from part-time participant into full-time team member, which right now he has the opportunity to fulfill.

I’m rocking against Carter’s chest, my ass up, my clit sliding so beautifully against his pubic bone, and his dick widening me so much I can do nothing but moan heavily and wait for it to come.

“This is going to make me come”, Logan says, his dick twitching against my ass hole. “I mean, really come.”

“Just make sure you’re inside the right hole”, Carter warns, his big hands on my ass both to stretch me apart and ride me back and forth on his cock.

“Got it”, Logan says and begins to force his crown against my anus.

I have never had anal sex before. I’ve pushed a finger inside my hole just before coming and I’ve dreamt about anal play and seen lots of videos, but I’ve never done it before. That doesn’t mean I’ve never wanted to, and one of the fantasies I’ve always had about sex, and part of the reason I wanted two men and not one for my first time and every time after that is to have both of my holes stuffed at the same time. I suppose I’m either greedy or I’m imaginative and happy to dream big. Well, right now, I’m dreaming big, and as soon as Logan pushes past my feeble defenses and up into the tight canal of my ass, I know he’ll have pushed me past the point of no return, and it’ll be seconds before I come.

Logan makes his way inside, a lot easier than I thought he would. I guess I’m turned on enough, he’s experienced enough and I’m in the right position for it. He doesn’t fuck around teasing me either, once he’s got his thick crown inside, he pushes hard and delivers the rest of his gigantic cock.

I hold on just long enough for Carter and Logan to rock me on and off their cocks like piston rods going into an engine block, the two men working in unison together so when Logan is on his way in, Carter is pulling his way out.

“Fuck”, Logan says. “Oh fuck.”

I can see Carter, who isn’t saying anything and hear Logan whose face I have to imagine. Carter is all tense muscle and concentration and Logan is vocal about just how close he is to exploding.

I can do nothing but moan, barely enough control left to do anything but lie there and let them ride me. I can feel it coming hard, and there is no way to stop it now, even if I wanted to.

“I’m going to-”, I whisper, the words losing themselves to Logan’s grunts. “Fuck I’m going to-”, I moan, my heart rate peaking, my breath raspy and raw.

“Fuck”, Logan says for something like the fifteenth time. “I can feel it. I think she’s going to.”

“Hold on”, Carter says, like a captain speaking to his boat.

“Jesus fucking christ”, Logan says, both of them fucking me at a pace now. If Logan wasn’t holding onto my hips tightly I’d fly off and crash into the wall.

“Fuck”, I groan, the peak of it hitting me. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I can’t hold back any longer. Even if Carter wanted me to, even if my life depended on it, I can’t stop it descending on me like a sea storm across a tiny island. I’m defenseless, and in seconds I’m absolutely overwhelmed by such sensitivity and orgasmic bliss I feel like I’ve reached nirvana.

Seriously, I never even thought these feelings were possible to experience. Physically, I feel like my whole body is on fire, my legs jerk out, my pussy aches, my skin bobbles up with goose pimples and my hair stands on end. Mentally, emotionally, and spiritually I feel like not only have I transcended to a higher plane, I’m never coming back down again.

It could be seconds or it could be hours, I lose complete track of time and have no control of my body within it. I can feel my heartbeat racing and hear my breath turn into moans as it leaves my body, but everything else melts so much into a blur I feel like I’m watching it on a TV inside a dream.

When clarity of vision returns, it does so just before the boys come, both men spurred to conclusion by seeing what they’ve done to me. Logan comes about a million times deep inside my ass hole, his thick yield too much to stay inside me for long, and while his hot cum oozes out around his still inserted cock, I feel Carter go hard at the tip, his balls swell close to my body and his orgasm explode inside me while his eyes darken and deep-throated moans escape past his lips.

I’ve never seen anything more animalistic or felt anything as raw.

“Wooo”, Logan says, as he calms himself. “That was, fuck, I think I’m going to come again.”

And he does so, this time out across my back, his cock withdrawn to see it.

“If that goes anywhere near me”, Carter complains, his breath still heavy.

“Just on your balls, right?” Logan jokes.

“Alright?” Carter asks me, stroking my hair. “Not too bad for the first time, huh? I mean, Logan obviously let you down but we can work on that.”

“You’re going to have to work on your aversion to sticky liquids first”, Logan jokes as he flops to the bed alongside us.

“Incredible”, I say. “Amazing. I’m still coming I think, wow, that was, both of you, wow.”

“You are still coming”, Carter says. “I can feel your muscles on my cock. They’re buzzing like an electric power station.”

“I want to go in again”, Logan says, already getting up.

I reach out and grab his wrist with my hand. “Not yet”, I say. “Later. There is plenty of time. We’ve got all night. Tomorrow too.”

“And after that?” Carter says.

“After that, I’ll introduce you to my parents if you want”, I say. “Both of you and both of them.”

“Better leave Carter at home”, Logan jokes. “He doesn’t look like boyfriend material to me.”

“And you do?” Carter says, turning to him.

“Boys, less fighting more hugging”, I say, and pull myself off Carter’s cock to lie in between them. “I always dreamt about this, you know”, I add, while Carter and Logan work out how to arrange themselves in order to hug me and not each other. Actually, that’s Carter mostly, Logan keeps touching Carter just to annoy him.

“First the fucking, then the hugging, then the falling asleep”, I say.

“You’re something else”, Logan says.

“That we can definitely agree on”, Carter adds.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a while and after I’ve rested you can do exactly the same again”, I say. “Exactly the same just better.”

I lie there, wedged between these two spectacular men, the only sounds between us the synchronization of our breathing and wonder just how the fuck I’ve achieved so magnificently what I set out to do and, more importantly, how the fuck I’m going to make sure it continues.

Now that I’ve got hold of them, I definitely don’t want to let them go.