Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 31
“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.”
