Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

“I’m never going to get over how insane this is,” he said as he kissed first Momo and then me.

“You ain't seen nothing yet,” I said with a wicked grin as I slid under his arm on the other side.

“I think we should establish a ritual to make sure we’re all in the right mindset for band practice,” Momo said, giving me a little wink.

“That wasn’t good enough?” Dillon asked with a laughing smile.

“Momo-chan is right,” I said, using her online nickname, “we should do something that establishes the bands dynamic before we even begin.”

“Exactly,” Momo said, shifting down and grinning at me with a smile that said all she needed to.

“What are you… oh god,” Dillon said, his eyes widening as he took in Momo and I moving beside one another atop his two legs, each slipping fingers around the base of his cock as we grinned at one another.

It’s hard to describe how perfect it felt to be with the adorable young girl in worshiping my handsome and charming rock god. It was a shocking realization to find out that I felt utterly complete and joyous when in service to the young man who’d stolen my heart. The experience of sucking him with Momo was entirely unlike with Nancy.

My best friend and I were in perfect sync in our desire to please the handsome young man, moving almost as one as our tongue and lips would slide up and down his stiffness. His cock demanding all of our attention. With Momo, it was the girl and her soft pink lips and gentle questing tongue that I hungered for as much as Dillon’s dick.

The girl and I kissed and caressed one another as much as we did his stiffness, often with it pressed between our lips and tongues as we made out. From the sounds and exclamations Dillon made; he loved the sight.

There was a shocking realization for all of us as Momo first took Dillon’s cock in her mouth and, with a happy little whimper, deep throated his whole cock. I felt the boy stiffen as her throat worked the head of his cock, and Momo too stiffened in surprise, shocked she didn’t gag on his thickness.

Soon I was touching and caressing her body as I guided her head up and down his dick, fucking her face with it. The girl's pussy was leaking down her thighs, and the barn was filled with the sounds of our wet sucking mouths and kissing lips when my cell phone suddenly rang. Drawing it out of my pocket, I went to throw it away, not wanting to be distracted when I saw the screen had a dozen missed texts from Nancy and Morgan, and the call was coming from Nancy.

Clicking the Accept button, I put it on speakerphone, loving the shocked look on Dillon’s face and the grin on Momo’s. The sound of her throat gluk, gluk, gluking was unmistakable.

“Amanda! Did you see my texts?! Is Dillon there?” Nancy asked, her voice strained from excitement.

“I didn’t see them yet,” I said, winking at Dillon, who blushed faintly, “we’ve been a touch busy.”

“Is Dillon there? He has to hear this!”

“Oh, he’s right here,” I said, and from the shocked sounds in the background of the other end of the line, they could hear the lewd sounds Momo was making as she licked and sucked his cock without cease.

“You minx,” Nancy said, and I could hear the grin from there, “You three better get to practicing because Morgan got you a gig at a music festival down in Austin, Texas!”

“Oh, god!” Dillon moaned, and I felt the boy tensing, and grinned, thrilled for two reasons now as I joined Momo, our tongue sliding up and down his cock in tandem.

“Isn’t it great!” Shouted someone from the background.

“Ngghh, Hggnnn!” Dillon bit his bottom lip, eyes filled with joy and love as he tensed, hips thrusting as his cock throbbed under out tongues, and then he was coating out lips and mouths in his sweet seed, and we swallowed it down as hard as we could.

“Ok, we just wanted to let you three know,” Nancy said again quickly, “The festival is next weekend, and you play Friday night! Talk soon!”

Before the phone hung up, we could hear the excited chatter of Morgan, Heather, Jen, and Nancy from the other end, and then it cut off with a click. Dillon’s eyes were wide with disbelief, and Momo and I looked at one another with the same expression.

“That’s less than a week,” I said, feeling suddenly anxious.

“More than enough time,” Momo said with confidence.

“Aye,” Dillon said with a confident smile as he sat upon his elbows, “we’ll be ready in time. Just going to have to spend a lot of time together practicing.”

“Oh darn,” I said with a grin at Momo and him, “what if we don’t get along?”

That caused all three of us to laugh out loud, falling into one another and breaking the tension. After a minute we extricated ourselves and situated our clothes. It would be a long night of band practice, broken up by… other kinds of practice.

Each time we took a break and indulged in one another, our bonds only forged tighter and tighter, and the sound we made was more harmonious. That evening would be one of the greatest of my life, and it was in that simple barn that I learned the meaning of collaboration. For although Dillon is an unparalleled genius and had dozens of song ideas in his head, he was always pushing Momo and me to add to or change them. Surprisingly the songs only got better when we did, and the girl and I gained a lot of confidence in ourselves and in our band as we played until the sun rose.

I fell asleep in Dillon’s narrow bed, the small girl pressed to my side, exhausted but feeling more content and fulfilled creatively and spiritually than ever before in my life. Dillon showered, giving Momo and me time alone together, which he’d sensed unconsciously we needed after the long play session. Just to hold one another and bask in the glory of what we’d done, each needing the other to remind ourselves that this wasn’t a dream.

In less than a week, we would be on a stage performing live, and the thought was terrifying to me. So long as I had Dillon to lead the way, and these beautiful, wonderful women to stand by my side, I knew all would be well.​