Our Love Story: An MMFMM Romance

by Love, Frankie

  “It’s so impressive that you guys just kind of knew what you wanted to do. I still don’t know what I want to do and I finished four years of college.”

  “What did you go to school for?” Enzo asks.

  “Accounting. Boring, right?”

  I smile at her. I can see it. Pencil in her hair, tight little suit. Damn, there goes my dick again, getting all sorts of ideas about taking her on a desk.

  “It’s also a stable job, and that’s what drew me to it in the first place. I don’t have a family to fall back on. Whatever I do, I knew I’d be doing it alone. So, I wanted a job I could count on. One that if I focused on and took my time with it, I could never mess up.”

  “So, the exact opposite of what we do?” I say. “Hell, we never know if a video is gonna be a bust, or if our sponsor will drop us, or if our brand will become stale.”

  “It can feel like that for sure,” Ethan says. “But we are lucky in that we weren’t in it alone. Even though our families are really different and we all have unique backgrounds, we all got better at our sport by training together.”

  Chloe twists her lip, sitting at the kitchen table with everyone else and eating another bite of eggs. “Yeah, maybe that’s what I was missing. I’ve always been kind of a Lone Ranger. Never really taking risks, because I wouldn’t have anyone else to help me up if I fell. “

  “Why’s that?” I ask, honestly surprised. “You seemed so open minded last night. I’d say that was pretty risky.”

  “Yeah, but maybe that’s just it. Maybe I needed a whole gang of men to help me take a sexual risk. Does that make sense? Like, even with Jordan, I never did anything more with him than kiss. I was scared. Scared of doing it wrong and him thinking I was stupid. But it was less scary with all of us together, if that makes sense. Like, it was less pressure because it wasn’t one-on-one.”

  Ethan nods, looking at his knuckle tattoo. “I know what you mean. Last night the timing was right. You being with us felt right.”

  “Yeah,” she says smiling. “When you’re not flying solo it’s less scary. It’s just good.”

  “So,” Noah starts. “You slept on it, does that mean you’ve decided...?”

  “I decided.” Chloe grins, setting down her fork and looking around the table at us. “Yes. Yes, I want to stay here and see what happens. I feel a connection with each of you, and maybe I’m just horny...” She shakes her head, blushing. “But I also don’t have anything waiting for me back home. So, why am I in a rush to leave something that could potentially be so good?”

  “What do you mean, bella, that you don’t have anything back home?” Enzo asks.

  “I grew up in foster care, and I always lived in college campus housing since I aged out of the system. But I just graduated. So, I don’t have a place to live or even a job lined up.” She runs her hands through her hair. I see the stress on her face as she starts talking about this.

  “Hey, amore, don’t get upset. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to,” Enzo says gently, resting his hand over hers.

  “No, I want to be honest with you guys. I do have money, not that I can access it right now considering Jordan took my cash and credit cards. But I don’t have to leech off you. I could go back to the States and start my life. It’s just, maybe I don’t need to be in a rush.”

  “Well we’re here for a few more weeks, and I think spending that time with you is a pretty good use of it,” Noah says.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” I confirm.

  “I guess there’s only one thing I’m kind of nervous about,” Chloe says. “I don’t want you guys to think I’m easy. I don’t want you to judge me for what I did last night. Or what we might do today or tomorrow or whenever.”

  “I think we should just keep taking it nice and slow,” I tell her. “I think the fact that you’ve waited 22 years before sleeping with someone means something. I don’t think you should rush it. It would be a lot to take in all at once. Maybe you should get more comfortable with us before we put sex back on the table.”

  She bites her bottom lip and her brows knit together. “You still do want it on the table though, right?”

  “Of course, we do. Hell, I could push all these breakfast plates onto the floor and devour you here and now,” Noah says. “But we also know it will be all that much better if you feel 100% comfortable with each of us first.”

  Enzo adds, “Whenever you’re ready, so are we.”

  “So, how do you propose we get more comfortable with one another?” she asks.

  I raise my eyebrows. “You and I could do something today, I could take you surfing. If we get out on some boards, we’ll be forced to think about something besides sex.”

  “Surfing?” Chloe exclaims. “I don’t know, it seems really hard.”

  “I’m a pro,” I assure her. “A literal professional. I can teach you. What do you say?”

  She grins. “I’m in.”

  Chapter Seven

  Mason

  A few hours later I’m out with Chloe in the ocean, she’s fallen off her board a few dozen times and I patiently helped her get back on, but the truth is: I want to get her down.

  Down in the sand, with nothing on. Because two hours of staring at her bikini-clad body has gotten me hard despite the cold water I’m treading in.

  “I need more core strength,” she says, laughing as she unsuccessfully attempts popping up from the board for the thirtieth time. “And I still can’t believe you are recording my failure.”

  She points to the camera mounted on my helmet, the one I wear for this very reason.

  “Sorry, it’s part of the gig.”

  “It’s fine—so long as you are as good at editing the footage as you are at taking it.”

  I smile, telling her not to worry, I won’t put in anything that is unflattering.

  “I think this next wave is gonna be it,” I tell her. “Focus, Chloe. Focus on getting up on your feet. You got this.”

  She looks over at me apprehensively, her hair wet around her face but her eyes bright with excitement. “I want to get up so badly.”

  “Then let’s do it. Come on, now,” I tell her.

  With our bellies on the boards, we swim out to the gentle wave coming toward us. I call out to her to pop up, as I do, and she does what I say. Her feet wobble on the board, but then—she catches it.

  She rides her wave, screaming as she does. “Mason! Oh my God! Look! I’m doing it! This is amazing.”

  I grin as I watch her little bikini bottoms ride up her butt crack, looking so damn sweet nestled between her round ass cheeks. She complained that the suit didn’t fit her right. It was just an extra suit we found in the pool house from the vacation rental. But I don’t mind that it’s a little tight. Gives me a better visual of her creamy skin.

  We ride the wave to the shore, I stay a few yards behind her. When our feet are firmly planted in the sand, I help her carry her surfboard back to the beach. I drop them both in the sand and then turn to look at her. I smile, but she doesn’t realize what’s happened.

  I’m grateful for the private beach, because if anyone was around I think she’d be a little nervous right now. Self-conscious.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her face sun-kissed, her legs sandy. She looks so damn beautiful.

  “I think you lost something.”

  She looks down, immediately grabbing hold of her perfect tits.

  Last night while she still wore that sundress I had no idea her breasts were so big, but earlier in the bikini top I had a better idea. Still, nothing compares to this. They are untethered, completely exposed, and I see that they are fucking milk jugs.

  I love breasts like hers; nice, big juicy tits that are so fucking horny for my cock. I know hers are because her nipples are hard. Her breasts are so large she can’t even contain them with her hands.

  “Oh my God, I lost my top.” She looks out toward the ocean, forlorn.

  “It won’t be
a problem for me,” I say, pulling her close. She exhales, realizing that the top is long gone and that I have no intention of pulling away from her.

  “You did so well out there today,” I tell her. “You were a natural.”

  “Yeah right, Mason. You’re the natural one. You are flawless on that surfboard. I could watch you up there all day.” She lets go of her breasts, and feeling them against my bare chest gets me hard as fuck.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, Chloe. Do you not have any idea how fucking hot you are?”

  “Sure, I am,” she says sarcastically.

  “No more self-deprecation, woman,” I tease. “I mean it.” I push her hands away so she can’t try to cover herself. You’re gorgeous. I mean, do you have any idea how perfect your tits are?”

  She shakes her head with her eyes closed. “I feel so exposed.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “Someone might see me and wonder what happened to the other half of my clothing.”

  “Not gonna be a problem here. I brought us to a private beach for a reason, no one can surf here except you and me.”

  “Like, you rented a beach?”

  “When you have enough money, you can rent anything you want. So, yes. This is my private beach for today. When I do videos for the MeTube channel, my sponsor doesn’t want any other labels or billboards or people to be in the footage. Liability bullshit. So, I try to go to secluded places and sometimes I have to pay for them. Which I did today. For you and me.”

  “That makes me feel better,” she tells me as she runs her hands over my abdomen, counting the lines of abs. “I didn’t even know people had ten packs,” she jokes.

  If she’s touching my chest, I’ll reciprocate. I run my hands over her breasts, plucking her hard nipples with my fingers. I watch her sharp intake of breath, the sensation clearly pleasing her. “And I didn’t know virgins had tits that porn stars would get wet for.”

  “You like them?” She looks down at herself. “I’ve never shown them to a man before. I’ve always wondered if they were too big or if my nipples were weird.”

  I have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. “Baby, you must be a virgin for sure, because if any man ever saw your rack, they would have told you they are perfection.”

  She smiles up at me, my words clearly putting her insecurities to rest.

  “I’m glad I’ve been a virgin for so long. It makes being here with you guys so much more special.”

  It’s so fucking hot to hear her talk like that, talking about being a virgin and wanting to be here.

  “You think Ethan was able to make headway with the police or the embassy today?” she asks, her hands reaching below my board shorts, taking hold of my hard cock. I moan, unable to focus when she runs her hand up and down my length.

  I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “I’m sure he did. And you filled out the papers this morning before we left, so you’ll get your replacement passport in no time.”

  I don’t want to get pissed right now, not when Chloe and I are half-naked and her hand is on my cock. But the police called this morning telling us that Jordan Connors left the country around midnight last night on his private plane. They didn’t find anything of Chloe’s in the condo, either.

  “I’m just glad that he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I am glad you are still a virgin, because I’d have hated that fucker for taking anything so precious from you.”

  “I was thinking about that...” Chloe says.

  “Thinking about what?”

  “Well, the first time I have complete, vaginal sex, I want it to be with all of you guys at once. But you know how last night I touched each of you? I was wondering maybe I could do something like that with each of you guys on our own before we all do it together. It could give me a chance to get more comfortable with each of you. Like what you mentioned this morning?”

  “I like where this is going,” I tell her.

  She squeezes my cock playfully. “Oh yeah? Where’s it going?”

  “It’s going someplace dirty.”

  She nods. “Yeah, it kinda is.” She laughs, her willingness to explore new parts of herself is such a fucking turn on. “I was thinking maybe you could help me come up with an idea that we could do right now... before we go back to the house?”

  “I have a perfect idea,” I tell her, running my hands over her big breasts. Her tits are so perfect and right. “But I’m gonna need you on your back.”

  A few minutes later I’ve laid a large beach towel on the sand, and watch as Chloe lies down on her back, her tits facing the sun.

  “I can’t believe you managed to get me up on that surfboard,” she murmurs as I lean over her.

  “I’m not. You were determined. I like that about you, Chloe, you didn’t give up. Have you always been like that?”

  “I guess so,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, so primed for fucking even if that’s not on the table for today. But my cock has no problem letting her know what it wants, it pushes against her covered pussy like a naughty beast. “Ever since I was eighteen I’ve been on my own, no family to help me with anything, and it’s made me resilient. Made me determined. I couldn’t fail too badly because I knew there was no one else looking out for me, no one who I could rely on to catch my fall.”

  “It served you well today,” I tell her, realizing she has been taking care of herself for far too long.

  She sighs contentedly. “So, what kind of game do you have in mind for us? Good old fashioned dry humping?” We both laugh at the teenage version of fucking.

  “If I started riding against you, baby, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the house.”

  She kisses me, hard, like my sentiment is perfect, and we make out like that for what seems like an eternity, rolling around in the sand, our bodies grinding against one another just like I swore we wouldn’t.

  Finally, I pull apart from her embrace, so fucking close to creaming my shorts.

  Needing to cool down, I toss her a bottle of water and guzzle one of my own. She’s panting beside me; both of us are so worked up. Then I open a cooler I packed and pull out fresh pineapple and papaya.

  “Hungry?”

  “Starved,” she says reaching for the fresh fruit.

  I pull out a container of sandwiches and cucumber slices, and we sit for a few minutes, eating in silence and enjoying the vivid colors of the ocean.

  She finishes her sandwich quickly. “Between surfing and whatever that just was, I guess I worked up and appetite.”

  I look over, her gorgeous tits are still exposed, and she leans back on her elbows, letting the sunshine cast a gorgeous glow all over her.

  “We can’t do that again, Chloe, or I won’t be able to stop. My cock was way too close to your cunt.”

  “I didn’t realize it would be so hard to hold back.”

  “I was thinking we need to do something with those perfect tits of yours, put them to good use. Be a shame to waste them since they are already out in all their glory.”

  I lean my mouth over her and pull one of her breasts into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her perfect areola, as she falls back on the towel I love the way her legs spread, letting me drop between them. Oh, God. I so badly want to pull off those bottoms, press my mouth against her pussy. But I don’t think she’s ready for that yet, and I promised her we’d take it nice and slow. And I’m not gonna go back on that promise a few hours into our deal. She’d never trust me again.

  “It all feels so good,” she tells me.

  “Good, baby.” I work my mouth over her nipples for what feels like hours, massaging her round globes and loving the way they feel in my hands. I kiss her mouth, loving her pouty lips, so perfect and pink. I feel her sinking deeper into the sand, her back arching as she pulls herself closer to me, those tits just tempting me all the while.

  Eventually, I stand and take off my board
shorts, relishing the fact I got us this private beach today. She looks up at me, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

  “Mason, seriously? That beast has to be twelve inches long. I mean, do you have any idea how massive it is?”

  I stroke myself as I straddle her. She lifts her head, taking in the scent of my manly cock as if never wanting to forget my dick.

  “I’m gonna press my cock between your titties,” I tell her. “Your breasts need a man’s cock between them, do you understand?”

  “Like this?” she asks, as she presses her tits so they close around my cock and I begin to move in and out.

  She likes it, I can tell. Pleasure is written on her face and she lifts her head ever so softly, her mouth wrapping around my tip as I move in and out, in and out. Titty fucking her so nice and good.

  “God, whatever you’re doing—don’t stop,” she tells me, letting her tongue swirl around me.

  I grin, knowing I’d be unable to stop even if I wanted to. “I love it when you lick my cock. It’s like you’re licking an ice cream cone.”

  “I’m waiting for you to come; I want you to come on my tits, to come all over my face. I love the way it tasted last night and I want more of it, Mason. So much more,” she tells me, groaning as I massage her tits, moving my cock harder against her, titty fucking her brains out.

  I’m so close to coming, and when I finally do, I drop down to her hips and pump my shaft over her, covering her massive jugs with my come, I spray it on her chin and into her mouth just like she asked. She moans in pleasure, and I see that her fingers have reached down to her pussy, and she’s touching herself as I come against her.

  “Oh, yeah, baby girl, touch yourself nice and good.”

  “When you come on me, it makes me feel so fucking good,” she tells me, her words dirty, filthy and so hot.

  I finish coming and pull down her bikini bottoms, not wanting to touch her pussy, saving that for later, not wanting to push us farther than she’s ready to go, but also knowing she needs to get herself off right now.