Misc. Erotica Rockstar Harem

The congregation broke up, and a large crowd pressed up towards the stage. My lack of anxiety disappeared in a moment when two dozen people crowded in close. I was able to deal with them for a couple minutes, but when they showed no signs of leaving, the panic set in. It was the heat and press of them that got me. I had to escape when I saw Elizabeth head down the back hall, leaving Dillon, Momo, and Heather, for some reason, to deal with the congregation and their praise.

“Amanda, that was simply amazing,” Elizabeth said when I caught up to her, “Truly… wherever did you find such a remarkable young man?”

“It was exactly one week ago actually,” I said, joining her as she headed back to her small office to drop off the paperwork, “right here.”

“Really?” She said in surprise, “God's grace indeed, tell me about him, err I mean about meeting him.”

I suppressed an eager smile, not wanting to warn my prey of a trap closing on her. Baiting the hook, I told her all about finding Dillon playing the guitar and how I’d tracked him down. When I told her about his living situation, she gasped and covered her mouth, shaking her head in sadness.

“To think this was just in our backyard… for years and we knew nothing. I feel as though we’ve failed him somehow.”

“We’ve been given a chance to change things for him and maybe for much of the town if it’s done right,” I said, “we’ve been in contact with a major record label. Dillon’s going to be a rock star!”

Feeling shy, I kept my own involvement in the band to myself and as she dropped off her sermon in the office but told her all about the cascading events of the last week. When I told her about the concert the next Friday down in Austin, she grew breathlessly excited.

“He’s going to be on a stage? Live? Like Jagger or Sixx? Amanda, oh dear me… forgive my French, but how do you fucking stand it?!”

“Stand what?” I asked, trying to keep my expression mild.

“Don’t be coy with me,” she said, a sly smile growing on her lips, her eyes took in my dress, and her smile turned into a smirk, “Most of your Sunday dresses are neck to ankles… you can’t tell me you didn’t wear-.”

The door opened, and Elizabeth cut off abruptly when Dillon peeked his head in.

“Nancy said to check on you,” he said to me, “said we’ll be leaving in about twenty minutes.”

“Come in, Dillon,” I said warmly, suppressing a grin when I noticed Elizabeth smooth down her dress skirts and stand straighter, cheeks taking on a touch of color. “I was just telling Elizabeth here about how we met.”

“Yes,” the woman said, her pupils dilating wide as she stared at Dillon, “To think such genius was in our backyard this whole time… I must say how sorry I am that we couldn’t be there for you in your times of struggle.”

“Oh,” Dillon said, rubbing at the back of his neck and blushing under the woman’s obvious regard, “no, it’s me who should apologize. It was wrong for me to sneak in like that.”

“Nonsense,” Elizabeth said, “it makes no sense for the instruments to just sit there collecting dust as much as they do. If we could have a more robust music program, I would love it…” she blushed, her eyes falling to Dillon's crotch and widening when she saw the hardness pressed there, “Oh my…”

“If things work out,” Dillon said, his deep voice reaching down into the core of our womanly beings and sparking wild desires, “I’d love to donate to your church and help the music program.”

“That’s too generous,” said the pastor, her lips trembling and voice breathless, “you’ve already given us such a wonderful gift… I have no idea how we can repay you.”

“I have an idea,” I barely even recognized the words as they came out of my mouth.

There was such heat put into them. There could be no denying my meaning. It took only a glance for Dillon to see that not only was I serious, I was also powerfully turned on. Elizabeth trembled and looked from me to Dillon and swallowed hard, her lips twitching up into a fragile, hopeful smile.

“Surely you can’t mean,” the woman said. Her words were at odds with the look on her face, and her hands were clutching at her skirts.

“Dillon would never demand,” I said softly as I moved to the side of her office, “not even implore… but you felt his music, Lizzy… and you know what the boy needs… what you need.”

“But I can’t,” she said, bottom lips trembling, and nipples hardening even more so in contravention to her words, “and would you… watch?”

“Amanda will stay,” Dillon said.

It was my turn to shiver at the command in his voice, but my passion couldn’t hope to match Pastor Watkins, who reached up to clutch at one large breast and nod feverishly. Her eyes were locked on his as she sank to her knees before the desk and reached out to clutch at his pants, fingers hurriedly working free his belt and the buttons of his slacks.

The woman glanced at me, and I saw her face flush with shame, and oddly her thighs pressed tightly together.

“I know what you need, Dillon… and god help me all I want is to… please you,” her hands gripped the waistline of his pants as she pressed her massive firm tits to his thighs and implored him, “but please don’t make Amanda witness my shame… to have her watch as I debase myself so…”

“Tell him the truth Lizzy,” I said, and from the flush of real shame on her face, I saw I was right, “don’t hide behind lies here, not now.”

“Oh god… she’s right,” the woman said, as she pulled down Dillon’s pants and gasped at the sight of his mighty cock bursting forth,

Dillon knew when not to speak, and reaching down, he guided the back of the pastor's lovely head to his cock. She glanced at me, eyes wide and filled with shameful desire before parting her thick red lips and driving forward onto him.

I don’t know if it was Dillon or me who was more shocked. Elizabeth transformed in one instant from buttoned-down conservative woman to the wildest cock-sucking whore I’d ever seen. My first thought was to worry someone might hear her desperate moans of pleasure, or the wet slurping sounds as she coated his cock in dripping saliva. But quickly, those worries faded before witnessing the wonder of her skill.

Elizabeth took Dillon’s cock deep into her throat, nose pressing into his pubic bone, and then backed off until he was entirely out of her mouth. A strand of thick, slippery saliva coated his cock and stretched out to her tongue. She cast an almost apologetic look at me, but my intense stare caused her to get even more turned on, and she dove back onto Dillon’s dick. Both hands worked the shaft, her thumbs and fingers twisting right before her lips.

Dillon’s expression of shock at her eager cock-sucking faded into one of pure bliss. I saw his fingers grip the woman’s hair tightly and his balls tightening up in anticipation of a massive orgasm.

“Fuck her baby,” I breathed as I bunched up my skirts, one hand slipping into my panties and finding my pussy soaking wet, “Claim that pussy of hers.”

“Hmmm!” Elizabeth moaned, her lips writhing in an eager grin as she looked up at Dillon.

The boy grinned down at the pastor and ripped her head off his dick. Spinning her around, he bent her over the desk.

“Oh, yes!” She hissed and bit her bottom lip, face turned towards me and eyes finding mine as Dillon pulled up her skirts and dragged down her thick panties, “This is so wicked... but oh god! So... good… oh, you beautiful boy… fuck, momma gonna cum baby…. Mommas cumming on that big fucking dick!”

Dillon’s grin widened as Elizabeth's body shook in orgasm. From the sloppy sounds of his cock pistoling in and out of her, she was gushing even more juices out. The woman was like a rag doll as Dillon fucked her hard, and she reached out one weak hand towards me, and I stepped forward and took it, her fingers lacing in with mine as she drew it to her lips and kissed it.

“Thank you… oh heaven, thank you… never dreamed… Oh, Baby! NGHNNN!” Another orgasm hit her even more powerfully than the last, and I saw Dillon’s eyes widen. I bent down to Elizabeth, whispering in her ear.

“You’re going to make him cum.”

“Oh, god!” She cried.

“He’s going to fill you with all of his delicious seed, and you’re going to milk out every last drop.”

“Yes!” She cried, “Please… please give it to me, Dillon… oh heaven!”

“Take it,” the boy grunted, “You’re so tight… mmhmM!”

He gripped her hips with strong hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her wide ass as he drove up into her with one final powerful thrust and flooded her womb with his seed. After, the boy staggered back, and the scent of their mingled fluids drove me to my knees.

The taste of him was just as sweet as ever, and I felt wickedness as I tasted the pastor on him. In moments I had him cleaned up and my own orgasm ripping through my body as my fingers frigged my clit. I stopped before Dillon grew hard again, even though it took nearly all of my will power to do so. From the look on Elizabeth's face, she dearly wanted to join me, but time was running out.

“That was… dear lord, that was magical,” the woman laughed, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she situated her skirts.

“I hope we didn’t desecrate the church or something,” Dillon said with a crooked grin.

“Oh dear me no,” Elizabeth said with a wide smile as she stepped up to the boy and drew him into a warm hug and a deep kiss, “No, if anything, this place feels even closer to god now… this was…”

“It was love in physical form,” I said, gripping the woman’s hand after she separated from Dillon.

“You should come to the show on Friday.” Dillon said to the pastor, “We’re only playing for like ten minutes or something, but it should be really cool.”

“I would love to,” the woman said with a big grin, “Is it ok if I bring a friend? She’s going to… she really needs to hear your music.”

“Of course,” I said and saw the relief in the woman’s eyes when she saw the lack of jealousy in mine, “the more, the merrier.”​