Our Love Story

Noah comes first, I didn’t suck him off, but my mouth is so close now, that I can’t help but catch the ribbons of come as he releases. I catch as much as I can, and the warmth is salty on my tongue. My panties soak even more as his creamy goodness slides down my throat.

And then I go to the next cock, and I let Enzo’s come fill me up, then Mason’s, and lastly, I let Ethan come into my mouth. My lips are not touching any of their tips; I want to save that experience for later. But my belly is full of their seed, my mouth full of their ejaculation.

It tastes so good and as I wipe my mouth, I’m already craving more. All four of them groan in pleasure as I finish jerking them off, then I nestle my hands under their balls, massaging them softly.

“Damn, your touch feels so good,” Mason tells me. I smile up at him, feeling so needed, so necessary.

“It feels good to make you so happy,” I tell him, feeling satisfied that I could take care of them. “And you, Ethan?” I ask. “Did you like that?” I kneel before him looking up into his eyes. There are so many cocks around me, still hard from their recent emissions.

“Oh, Chloe,” he tells me, his dark eyes meeting mine, running his hand over my cheek, causing my skin to prickle with pleasure. “It was fucking perfection.”

I smile, licking my lips again, tasting the last of their come. Wanting more of them already. Remembering that Ethan had asked me to sleep on it, since he didn’t want me to have any regrets.

“Thank you for letting me stay here,” I tell them, my eyes suddenly heavy, my stomach satiated, my pussy swollen with desire.

“Of course,” Mason tells me. “You’re our little virgin and now it’s our job to protect you.”Chapter SixMasonThe next morning I’m in the kitchen making breakfast for the guys, knowing that if I didn’t they’d fucking starve. The storm from the night before has passed and outside the sky is bright blue and morning sunlight streams through the windows.

Today it’s not just the guys that I’m cooking for. I want to make something special for Chloe. Last night before we found her, she’d been through the wringer, and I want to give her a nourishing meal to let her know that we want to take care of her as well as make love to her.

She’s gorgeous. Every damn thing about her. She’s got long brown hair, a narrow waist, a perfect pair of tits, and a nice bump to her ass that I want to squeeze. Damn, all I want to do is grind myself against her. But she’s a virgin, and the last thing I want to do is scare someone as perfect as her away.

And, to be honest, I’m a little scared she’s going to wake up this morning having made a decision I’m not going to be happy about.

Ethan told her to sleep on it. ‘It’ being the possibility of her being our lover. All four of ours.

Fuck, some guys might think it’s creepy to share one woman, but there’s also something fucking amazing about the idea. A woman who wants to take care of us in each of our unique ways, and each of us giving her the thing she craves.

In fact, it might just be the most perfect set up ever.

Besides, any guy who might rip on this potential arrangement hasn’t seen Chloe.

They haven’t seen her on her knees with four cocks bumping against her face. Those guys haven’t watched her open her mouth to catch our come, licking it away, swallowing it with a smile on her angelic face.

God, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I’m going to overcook these fucking egg whites.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts but it’s impossible, all I can think about is what Chloe might look like with that sun dress off, her creamy skin untouched, innocent, and pure. Don’t even get me started on her cunt.

I imagine it being so nice and tight. So fucking ready.

I thought about it all night, dreamt about it all night long.

Jacked off so many times last night, it’s amazing that I can still get it up.

But here I am flipping bacon, thinking about her pussy again with a full hard on.

Nice.

Getting in the ocean today is gonna feel good, the salty air and the crashing waves will wash away any ideas about fucking Chloe. Even if she does agree to stay, there’s no guarantee she’s gonna be ready to give up her V-card anytime soon.

Which is fine. We don’t need her just for sex, though, of course, I’m sure we’d all agree that we’d like that just fine. We also want to be a safe place for Chloe to stay until that asshole Jordan is off the island.