Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

I woke with the dawn and had a moment of disorientation at not waking up in my bed. Then I felt Dillon shift beside me, and the delicious warmth of him pressed against my back, and I snuggled back into my handsome guitarist.

I lay there with wicked thoughts dancing through my head as I remembered our fun from the night before. The entire last week had been the wildest of my life. Starting with discovering Dillon in our church’s music room and leading up to actually playing music with him and the adorable Momo.

The more I thought about the night before, the more I came to understand that my life would never be the same again. It had undoubtedly changed once Nancy and I had made love, and even when I’d had a foursome with Nancy, Dillon, and Morgan. But nothing had prepared me for how electrifying and perfect it would feel to play music with Dillon.

Stage fright had always been my Achilles heel. No matter what I did, I was never able to get over it, and the panic attacks would often leave me a sweaty sobbing mess. The fear was still there, but I knew with Dillon and sweet Momo by my side, I could push past it. The thought of letting them down was more terrifying than thousands of people staring at me. Besides, Dillon wanted Momo and me in sexy cosplay outfits, and the thought of his eyes on us as we played only served to excite me and push down the nerves.

I didn’t realize that in my excitement I’d been wiggling my hips and pressing my naked ass back against the young man’s crotch. I felt his morning wood slip between the softness of my butt cheeks and biting my bottom lip I reached down and moved the fat head into the slick entrance of my sex.

I had to reach back and hold his hips to keep the sleeping young man from rolling back when I pushed my ass back into him. Worrying I would wake him with my groan of pleasure, I pressed my face into the pillow, biting my lip even harder.

There was something so wicked about taking a man in this way. I felt empowered as I ground my g-spot on the head of his cock, letting his girth stretch me wide as I fucked him again and again. The wet sounds of my pussy fucking his cock filled the boy's bedroom, and I felt him shift and grunt in surprise when he woke.

“Mhmm holy fuck…” Dillon moaned, his hand reaching up and cupping one massive breast.

I moaned into the pillow even harder when his fingers pinched and twisted the big nipple gently. Arching my back into him, Dillon slipped his arm under my neck and took both breasts in his hands. Turning, my lips found his, and it felt like my heart exploded, as our kisses turned desperate.

The orgasm built in me slowly, and when it finally hit, it was so powerful I nearly lost consciousness. Poor Dillon had to stop his frantic thrusting, for I was much too sensitive to take even a second more. Hands trembling, I pushed him onto his back, happy to finish him off with my hands or mouth, only to have Momo slip her slender thighs to either side of his hips.

“Nghhnn!” The girl moaned, bending over Dillon and drawing his face to hers.

Reaching down, I gripped the boy’s cock and fit it into the girl's tiny slit. Running my hands over her smooth skin, I sat up, kissing my way down her back as her little hips met Dillon’s again and again.

Their fucking grew frantic as both neared their orgasms, and Momo drew me up to her as she sat on Dillon’s cock. My fingers playing with her tiny hard clit as we made out, and Dillon fucked her with wild motions.

“I’m cumming!” Dillon announced, and Momo broke off the kiss with me, gripping the boy's arms in strong little hands as she came with him.

“Give it to me! Oh god! I can feel it… so hot… hmmm.” Her soft pink lips quirking in a smile, she fell forward onto Dillon and kissed him soundly.

“That’s one hell of a way to wake up,” Dillon said as he pulled me down to his side, kissing me, and his hand cupping my ass and holding me close, “mhmm, thank you.”

“I agree,” Momo said, “we should wake up like this every day.”

“Deal,” I said, picking up my head and grinning at the girl.

“You know if we go on tour together, we can,” Momo gave me a light peck and then grinned down at Dillon, who she still lay on, “That is if our rock star here isn’t in bed with a dozen groupies.”

“What do you take me for?” Dillon laughed, “I couldn’t imagine any groupies being more beautiful or amazing than you, ladies.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said, leaning over and kissing the boy soundly.

Our kisses soon grew heated, and once again, the three of us were making love. This time it was Dillon and Momo who pressed me back, both paying close attention to my massive breasts before their tongues trailed their way down to my sex. Working as a team, they soon had me over the moon as I was attacked at both ends by wicked pleasure.

Dillon and I did the same to slender Momo. Her delicate little body was a wonderland to explore. She went off like a rocket after just a few minutes of eager licking, and Dillon got a happy mouthful of her girl cum.

Momo and I took our time sucking Dillon. Trading his big cock back and forth as we lay alongside him. Letting him play with our asses and bodies as we kissed and stroked his cock together. I loved kissing the girl. Her pale pink lips were so soft and sweet, it was even better than making out with Nancy. Nothing was better than making out with her while Dillon’s cock pressed between us, jets of his hot white jizz spraying across our lips as we kissed it off each other.

We could have lounged around in bed all morning enjoying one another's company and then happily spent the day naked playing music. We promised each other that soon we would find a day to do just that, but chores and responsibilities would only wait so long. Kissing one another goodbye, we promised to meet up that evening for dinner and to jam for a couple hours. Momo and I took our leave of Dillon as he headed out to do the farm chores.

“That was a rather interesting night,” Momo said when I pulled down the narrow curving driveway, “My parents are going to be mad when I drop out to join a band.”

“Oh no,” I said in concern, “surely you can work it out with your professors? I’m sure they’ll be reasonable and let you make up the credits somehow.”

“It’s not that,” Momo said, shaking her head, “I just don’t see the point anymore. The reason to get a degree is so my resume would get me into auditions. If we have a successful EP, I’d be able to get into any audition I ever wanted. Assuming I ever want to play in an orchestra after last night.”

“I still can’t believe it,” I said, turning down a side street and taking the long way home, “It was out of this world. You two really should find a keyboardist closer to your ages, I’m sure you-.”

“Aren’t you over this?” Momo asked, causing me to glance at her from the sharpness of her tone. “If you’re not in the band, then I’m not joining it, and I know Dillon would be pissed and sad. It’s an odd arrangement, but the sound just works… it really does. And you know how hot you’re going to look up on stage.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, and couldn’t help the faint blush that suffused my cheeks.

“Don’t even bring it up again,” the girl said, crossing her arms, “I want to know what we’re going to say to Heather.”

“Just leave Heather to me,” I said, happy to change the subject, and more than a little grateful, the young woman was so adamant. “I think my daughter’s going through a bit of a crisis at the moment. It could turn out terribly and make her even crueler than she used to be and bitter. But at some point, she needs to realize the world doesn’t revolve around her.”

“If you say so,” Momo said skeptically.

“Trust me,” I said with a firm nod, “I know my girl. Now, tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up?”

We chatted about our pasts for the next twenty minutes as I took a circuitous route back to my house. There were still a couple hours until church, and I wanted to spend some time getting to know the girl. It turned out we had more in common than we ever would have assumed; even our parent's jobs were similar. Both of us had shown an aptitude for music at an early age and were pushed into it by strict mothers. Our fathers were more practical and had instilled a conservative discipline that had helped immeasurably in school and life.

When we got back to my house, the girls were still asleep in Heather's room. I hopped in the shower and got changed and ready for church. Heather hadn’t been coming to service for years, and I was surprised when she joined me heading out to the car. She looked positively radiant in her pale blue dress and white stockings.

“Jen and I are going to take the week off school,” she said when I’d started up the car and was backing out of the driveway. “I’m still on track for graduation, but I’ll have to do some make up papers if I take too much time away.”

“Momo is going to drop out, I think,” I said, causing Heather to gasp.

“Really? That fast? Don’t you think this is all happening a little quickly, Mom?”

“What do you mean, honey?” I pretended to ignorance and had to suppress a grin at the consternation on Heather's face.

“I just mean… Mom, you and Momo didn’t come home last night,” she paused, waiting for me to say something, but I just gave her a bland smile. “Do you have anything to say?”

“Whatever do you mean?” I asked, “Heather, I don’t think I need to explain myself to you, and Momo certainly doesn’t either.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?!” Heather said, her tone rising. “Mom! What the fuck is happening with you and Dillon? He’s half your age! That’s fucking disgusting!”

The anger boiled up in me, hot and sudden. Pulling over to the side of the road, I shut off the car and turned in my seat and faced Heather. Raising one hand, I pointed the finger at her and bit off the words.

“I have tried, Heather. I have tried to put up with your attitude and rudeness, but I can’t anymore. I’m an adult, and what I decide to do and who I decide to love is my own business. If you can’t be happy for me and feel the need to judge, then keep your mouth shut where I can hear it. This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I have a purpose, friends, and the love of the greatest man I’ve ever known. Do you think I would ever let something as silly and stupid as YOUR opinion ruin that for me?”

The girl sat silent and stunned in the face of my harangue. Drawing in a deep breath and pushing my hair back and in place, I pulled back onto the road and took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

“Sorry, Mom,” Heather said, her tone careful and humbled, “you’re right… that was rude of me.”

“Apology accepted,” I said and painted a smile on my face, “Now let's have a good morning at church. Pastor Elizabeth is going to have tea cakes afterward.”

“Oh, I love those!” Heather said, flashing me a fragile smile.

“I know you do,” I said, smiling back and showing her that all was forgiven.​