Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

I was practically skipping as I left the house and found Dillon and Momo stuffing the last of the equipment into the back of the car. There was a moment when I feared I’d made a drastic mistake, and I was about to find out that the afternoon had been a mirage, and the three of us didn’t get along at all.

My fears were unfounded as I discovered the moment I turned on the car, and Prince’s Purple Rain came on the radio.

“I love this song!”

Glancing to the side, I saw the same amused expression on Dillon and Momo’s face as we realized we’d all said the same thing at the exact same moment. Five seconds later, the three of us were singing it at the top of our lungs as I drove across town, Momo sitting up so that her little head bobbed between Dillon and me in the front.

If there was a second of awkwardness between us, I never noticed it. The conversation flowed easily from one topic to the next, mostly about how Momo had liked her music program and college overall. We got to Dillon’s house and started unloading the car and hauling stuff into his barn.

I was grateful to see he had cleaned it out and scrubbed the wooden floors clean. He’d moved all the hay into a horse stall and set low benches and a couple comfortable chairs around the room. If not for the smell of animals and dust, it felt like a garage jam room.

“How did it go with Heather?” I asked, as I was carrying my keyboard stand into the barn beside Dillon, who was hauling in the heavier instrument, “You two seemed to be getting along when we got there.”

“Yea,” Dillon said, “We got along pretty good, she is a lot more mellow than she used to be, and Jen seems super cool. Kinda full of boundless energy, but she seems nice. Heather was very… odd when you guys first left.”

“How so?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just really awkward,” he shrugged, and I could see it troubled him, “Anyway, once we got talking about their ideas things relaxed. Jen even suggested that I should do yoga and meditate every day, said it would help with the creative process.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” I said, “I love yoga, and meditation can be a great way to quiet the mind and find your center.”

“How are you doing with all of this?” Dillon asked, “I know you were nervous about playing and going on stage before a crowd. Do you think it will be an issue?”

“Truthfully, I’ve been trying not to think about it,” I admitted with a blush, “but Momo here tricked me into it.” I grinned at the girl as she set up her drum kit, and she smiled back.

“What’s this?” Dillon said with a cocked eyebrow between us, “She tricked you?”

“Be careful of her,” I warned with a wink at the adorable young woman, “she’s a bad influence.”

“To be honest,” Dillon said with a laugh, “It’s hard for me to take either of you seriously in those costumes.”

“You don’t like them?” I said with a faux pout and bobbed my ass, making the lacy skirt bounce provocatively.

“I think maybe he likes them too much,” Momo said, stepping near me and licking her pink lips, “Is that the case maestro? Are we distracting you?”

Dillon looked from Momo to me with growing intensity in his eyes, and my heart quickened. What had been simple teasing was suddenly very serious, and when Dillon spoke, I felt my knees tremble.

“Yes,” he said with quiet confidence, “You’re both very distracting… I’ve never seen two women who look so vastly different… and yet are both equally gorgeous. The music we made was beautiful,” he stepped close, slipping his hands around my waist and drawing me into him on one side as he drew Momo in with the other arm, “But there is something I just need to do, ever since I first saw you in these clothes.”

With that, he drew me into a passionate kiss, my knees weakening, and his strong arm holding me up, and then he turned to meet Momo’s soft pink lips as she sought his mouth. The girl turned, and my heart swelled as she kissed me, her arm snaking around my back to link with Dillon’s even as mine went behind hers and clutched his other arm.

I’d never experienced a kiss like that before. Not only one shared three-ways, but the emotions and desires were equally divided between us as well. Dillon drove me crazy whenever he was near, and my fingers always itched to touch and caress him. Momo had been driving me mad in the same way all day, and now, as I held them both and they held me, it dawned on me that our connection wasn’t love or lust, it was more profound than that, more primal.

“We should… practice,” Dillon said in between kisses, but Momo gave a growl of disapproval, and the small girl began pushing Dillon down to the ground right there.

I knew her mind, for it was the same as mine. We would definitely be practicing, but not before we took what we needed from one another. For all of her quiet shyness most of the time, Momo was surprisingly forceful and adamant as her little fingers fumbled Dillon’s pants down and slipped free his massive hardon.

“God, baby, I need you so bad,” Momo murmured in between kisses.

I slipped behind the girl and slid my hands beneath her tiny skirt and drew down her lacy white panties, revealing a small tight little slit covered with wispy dark hairs. Her thighs were so slender and the gap between then so enticing that I couldn’t help dragging my tongue across them and delight in her shiver of pleasure as I tasted her.

The girl was locked in a kiss with Dillon and struggled to fit her fingers around his girth as she stroked him in short little jerks, trying to angle it into her. I wrapped one hand around the base of his monster and sucked it hard, loving the gasp of shocked pleasure it drew from his mouth. Tasting his sweet precum, it was hard to pull my mouth back off that beautiful dick, but Momo’s whimpers were becoming desperate, so I slid the fat head along her wetness and grinned as she shivered in pleasure and slowly began to work it inside her.

“Oh, fuck…! So big…”

“So tight!” Dillon moaned, his face alight with joy.

I moved up beside them, watching Momo’s face twist in pleasure as she bounced slowly on his cock. The girl had to fit him into her slowly, working an inch or two more each time she dropped her hips down on him. Her hands resting on his chest, her adorable little costume hiding the sight of her tiny sex eating his big dick, I reached down between their bodies and slipped my fingers around the base of his cock stroking and teasing him and her pussy lips as she began to fuck him slowly.

“Oh god…” Dillon moaned, “you feel amazing…. Just like that.”

“Mmmhmmmmmm,” Momo moaned.

Drawing Dillon’s face to mine, we kissed as the girl rode his cock with increasing energy. Soon she had all of him fit inside her, and I slid my hand from between then, drawing forth one great breast to feed the nipple to Dillon, sighing in pleasure as he sucked hard.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh, god!” Momo cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back, straight black hair fanning out as she did, her back arching.

Dillon grunted and froze, her pussy tightening on his cock so firmly that he was forced to stop. Then the girl fell forward into us, sweaty, blubbering, and ecstatic. I heard the wet sound of Dillon’s cock, leaving her tiny hole and felt, more than heard, her grunt of disappointment, but then Dillon had rolled me atop her as he moved behind me.

Momo’s eyes were dreamy, and her fingers gentle, as she slipped them between my legs and drew aside my panties. I moaned in pleasure, kissing her soft neck as her small fingers teased my sensitive parts, and then it was my turn to be lost in bliss as Dillon pressed that perfect cock of his into my waiting depths.

With long powerful thrusts, he took me from behind, Momo and I kissing and caressing one another. She more than me, for nearly all of my concentration was on the thick spear pistoning in and out of me, my maid's outfits skirt bouncing on my ass as he did.

Our orgasms came at the same time, his cum splashing against my cervix and womb, setting me off. Dillon collapsed beside Momo and me, laughing and grinning as he drew us into him.​