Saving Her Harem

by Adaire, Alexis

  Instead, he moves back up and holds himself about Brandon and me, lowering his cock until the head is sitting at the top of my pussy. I hold my breath, not knowing what on earth he has in mind.

  Then I feel him attempting to push his way in.

  While Brandon is still inside me.

  “Hey!” Brandon says.

  “What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

  “Brandon and I are going to fuck you. At the same time.”

  He says it very matter-of-factly, looking down into my eyes. Then he looks past me and says, “Right, Brandon?”

  “Oh, hell yeah!” I had no idea my sweet Brandon had such a dirty side to him.

  “Will that even work?” I ask. “I mean, will they both fit?”

  Nick looks at me again and I see that filthy little mischievous streak that I love so much. “You’re going to have to trust me on this one, love.” He kisses me softly on the lips and says, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  Brandon resumes slowly sliding in and out of me. I feel Nick positioning his cock again, then he lowers his head to my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth, gently biting it and running his tongue across it. I suck in a breath at the heavenly sensation, and a second later realize he’s simultaneously pushing his cock into me, pushing Brandon’s down as he slides in above.

  At first, it’s just the head, which is astounding enough. I grab the back of his hair and pull his head to my tit and he slips further in. I feel myself filling up in a way I’ve never known before, not even when I have Zilla in me. This is so different, especially from a mental standpoint.

  I have two hard cocks in my pussy at the same time.

  It’s ridiculous, mind-boggling.

  “You okay?” Nick asks, releasing my nipple for a moment.

  I nod. I’m more than okay. I’m about ready to fly off into space.

  “Amazing.” That’s Zilla’s voice. I turn my head to see the other three watching, mouths agape.

  Nick pushes all the way in and I moan in ecstasy as he and Brandon start to fuck me together. It’s touch-and-go at first, but eventually they fall into a rhythm. Of course they do, this is Harem, for fuck’s sake.

  Nick steadies himself and looks down at me while Brandon reaches up to play with my tits. I stare at Nick’s face, his long hair hanging straight down, and not for a single second am I able to forget that these two men are both fucking me, together.

  The mind-fuck is so strong that it doesn’t take long at all before I feel my muscles tightening up and I know I’m about to come incredibly hard.

  “Fuck me harder, both of you,” I urge.

  My men respond, their cocks slamming into me in synch. There’s a second or two where I hover on the brink, marveling at the act I’m taking part in. Then I feel my body absolutely detonate. My pussy clenches like crazy as giant waves of pleasure course through my body. Then I hear Brandon says, “I’m gonna come,” and feel him explode in me.

  Not two seconds later Nick groans, “Oh, fuck.” I can actually feel his cock pulsing inside me as he releases himself. All this while I’m still coming so hard I can barely stand it, and I see little stars in my vision.

  Afterward, nobody moves. We’re all breathing heavily, and my thighs are actually quivering.

  Nick kisses me gently on the lips, a gleam in his eye. Then he proceeds to kiss me hard and passionately, and all I can think of is how he and Brandon both just came in my pussy at the same time.

  We cautiously untangle, and I’m surprised at how good I feel. This was empowering, to handle two of my guys simultaneously like this. It makes me feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.

  So of course, now I want Zilla. I look over and see his cock is already hard again.

  “Trevor, baby,” I say, “your turn.”

  He knows I mean business when I use his birth name. He moves his tall frame over me on the bed and seconds later I feel that massive hardness filling me up. After what I’ve just done, I’m more than up to the task, and I relish the sensation of having even more cock in me.

  After we’ve fucked for a while, I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders and urge him on. “Fuck me harder. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  For the next few minutes I lie there and let Zilla fuck me as hard as he can, hammering into me again and again. I don’t expect to have an orgasm myself; I’m just doing this because he’s the only one who hasn’t come in my pussy yet, and I have a burning desire for them each to leave a load in me tonight.

  But when I look up into those smoldering green eyes, the sheer intensity of that gaze combines with the size of his cock to drive me straight into a totally unexpected orgasm. It springs out of nowhere and overwhelms me. I cry out, again and again and again. Somewhere in the middle of all the convulsions that rack my body I hear Zilla grunt and feel his hot cum inside of me.

  I lie there, my pussy still spasming around Zilla’s cock every few seconds, sending a chill through my body every time.

  When he slowly leaves my body and lies next to me on the bed, I realize I’m a sweaty mess. But I also realize I’ve never been fucked so thoroughly, so perfectly, as my men have fucked me tonight.

  We take a break and talk, and the guys are all compliments about how aggressively sexual I am tonight. I soak it all in, lying in the gigantic King’s Bed with the stars visible in the sky above us.

  It’s surreal, this setting, and me experiencing it with my Harem.

  After a while, I notice Jason’s cock is starting to harden again. Brandon is stroking my thigh and he, too, is become aroused.

  “Kelsey, is there any fantasy you’ve ever wanted to indulge?” Jason asks.

  I laugh. “Yeah, I always dreamed of having sex with one of the guys in Harem.”

  They all laugh with me. “Seriously, though,” Jason prods. “Surely there’s something. Now’s the perfect time.”

  I think for a minute and realize there is one scenario I’ve thought of while masturbating.

  “Okay, there is one thing,” I say, then hesitate “No, never mind. It’s silly.”

  “What?” Jason asks.

  “You have to tell us!” Nick demands.

  I take a deep breath. If there are any men I could ever share my fantasies with, these are them.

  “Okay, okay,” I begin. Despite everything we’ve just done in this bed, I feel embarrassed when I tell them. “I love the idea of playing with myself while men watch and jerk off. When I reach my orgasm, they do as well, coming all over me.”

  Nobody says anything, and I look around at their faces in the moonlight, trying to gauge their interest.

  “What do you guys think? Is it too dumb?”

  I’m half-convinced they do think that, but Ian speaks up.

  “We think you’re about to live out your fantasy,” he says.

  “Touch yourself for us,” Zilla says, his eyes suddenly fierce again.

  I see the first faint light of dawn peeking near the horizon as I nestle into the giant pillows behind me and begin to play with my breasts. As I do, my guys gather around me on the bed, kneeling next to my body. They all watch me with interest. I feel a little self-conscious so I close my eyes and concentrate, pinching my nipples as I think about everyone staring. Then I slide one hand down my stomach and across my pussy. I’m wet as can be when I slide a finger into my slit.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” I hear Nick say.

  Opening my eyes, I’m delighted to see five hard-ons being stroked around me. I’m in Heaven and continue to play with myself, rubbing my clit as I look from face to face and from cock to cock.

  For the next few minutes, I’m in total ecstasy, living out a fantasy I never dreamed would ever come true. When I feel that inevitable orgasm approaching, I try to hold off so I can make the fun last. My attempts to delay it prove fruitless, though, as the visual stimulation is just too much and I quickly feel that familiar tension between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, but that doesn’t help.

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sp; “I’m getting close,” I say.

  “Good,” Ian says, “’Cause I’m tired of holding off.”

  “Me, too,” Jason says. “Let’s do this fucking thing.”

  I moan as my body begins to writhe, out of my control. I see hands moving faster all around me. The tension builds and I look at my men and see the anticipation etched on their faces. Then I look at those glorious cocks, all rock-hard because of me, just waiting for the signal to let go.

  The first wave hits me quickly, and hard. I groan, “I’m coming,” and that opens the floodgates. I see Ian’s cock erupt, sending several streams onto my tits, then Zilla, who’s been positioned between my legs, unleashes a torrent right on my hand, coating my fingers and my clit as I stroke myself furiously. Even now, I’m still amazed at Zilla’s capacity to come this much.

  While I continue to spasm uncontrollably, one after another the rest of my men come with me. Nick comes across my belly, leaving long trails of warm, white cum. Just when I reach my zenith, Nick and Jason, kneeling on each side of my head, point their cocks at my face and gush several hot jets over me.

  The entire act takes much less time than I envisioned, but is so much hotter. As I come down off my little cloud, I lie there, covered in cum, and look up at my guys as they stroke those beautiful cocks, coaxing out ever last drop.

  “Oh, my god,” I say, feeling the warm liquid all over me. “That was amazing.”

  “Was it as good as in your fantasies?” Nick asks.

  I lick the cum off my lips and grin.

  “Better; in my fantasies, there were only two or three guys.”

  Ian brings me a towel and helps to clean me up. It’s a very sweet gesture and the tenderness of it makes me love him that much more. Then we talk about what has taken place in this bed tonight, how we’ve like outdone every other act of debauchery ever committed here.

  Eventually we all fall asleep. I awaken a short while later to bright sunlight streaming in from the entire room. I walk naked to the window and look out over the surrounding countryside, all golden in the early morning light. It’s so lovely that I wish I never had to leave this room.

  Then I remember that my men have to record vocal harmonies in a few hours, so I find the button that closes the ceiling tapestry and I release the canopy’s hangings so that the guys will have enough darkness to carve out a few more hours of time.

  Before I get back into bed, I stand and stare at them as they sleep soundly. My five absurdly handsome men in all their naked glory.

  I’m a very lucky woman.

  Then I climb in between Brandon and Zilla, and reach one hand over to Jason and the other to Ian. Lastly, I sneak a foot over and place it gently against Nick’s belly.

  Sleep comes quickly, and is deep and satisfying.

  15

  IAN

  I hold Kelsey’s hand as we stroll through Tokyo’s Shimokita area, my hair tucked under my Yankees cap and sunglasses in place. For some reason, Nick and I can always seem to walk unnoticed in public, while Jason and Zilla get recognized no matter what disguise they adopt.

  The others are back at the hotel, still sleeping soundly the morning after the first show of our tour. Or more accurately, the Asian leg of our world tour. Kelsey and I woke up and waited a while for the others, then got tired of waiting and decided to venture out on our own for a little while. We left a note so they’d know where to find us, just in case anyone wants to meet up. She’s seemed a little moody and preoccupied lately, and I thought a quick lunchtime excursion in Tokyo might lift her spirits.

  It’s Kelsey’s first time here, and we’re trying to avoid any of the bigger tourist areas, so I brought her here. Shimokita is an area popular among musicians, with actual record stores offering amazing obscure vinyl, among all sorts of other little shops.

  It’s been three months since Harem fired Jordan. Griff and the lawyers managed to get the deed done in less than a week after he attacked Kelsey at Wolfshire. We instructed Griff to tell him in return for him signing over his share of ownership in Harem, we would agree not to press charges of attempted rape. He complied when he realized we were serious about it. Regardless, he’s got enough money already to live in luxury, if he doesn’t blow it on drugs and hookers.

  Kelsey and I stop for a lunch of Yakisoba. She just pokes at her noodles, finally taking a small bite, and I can’t help but smile. Our girl has become quite the picky eater recently. We talk about last night’s show, which went off perfectly—a rarity for the first show of a tour. The new songs sounded great, and the old ones have a new energy now that the band is riding a hot streak.

  She pushes her mostly uneaten lunch aside and takes a picture of me.

  “This one’s going on the website with the caption, ‘Ian goes incognito to get his noodle fix.’”

  “Nice. There goes my disguise.”

  She holds fast to her decision. “The fans will get a kick out of seeing you like this. We’ll get you another disguise.”

  “It’ll be nice one day when I’m old and don’t have to bother.”

  “When will that be? Do you guys ever think about what happens after Harem?”

  “Like solo careers and all that?” I ask.

  “No, like taking time off, enjoying life, having kids… you can’t keep doing this forever.”

  “Tell that to the Rolling Stones.” I think for a minute. “I used to daydream about having a family, maybe a couple of kids running around Wolfshire. That is, until we came up with this new arrangement, with all five of us sharing one very brave, quite possibly even insane, girl.”

  She gives me a mock frown.

  “Seriously, though, that just doesn’t seem like a realistic possibility anym—”

  My phone dings and I glance at it, then turn to Kelsey.

  “The guys are up now. Griff wants us back at the hotel.”

  We take a cab back to find the others drinking tea.

  Griff waits until everyone is paying attention, then says, “Metamorphosis has climbed to number six in its third week. That’s already higher than any of our last three albums have charted. I’m very proud of you boys.”

  The chart position is just confirmation of what we already know. I’ve heard the songs all over the radio, and tickets for the upcoming shows have sold out in record time. It’s obviously going to be a huge hit, and Harem is once again a mighty presence on the music scene.

  “I’m not surprised,” Kelsey says. “It’s a brilliant album. Every song is perfect; eleven rare shining diamonds.”

  I smile at our woman and tuck the phrase “rare shining diamonds” away in my brain for possible use in a song lyric one day.

  Griff continues. “And Kelsey, kudos should go to you as well for your part in all this.”

  It’s good to see he’s come around on the situation with us and Kelsey. After the Jordan incident, we had a long meeting with him to discuss our relationship with her. He now understands she’s a permanent part of who Harem is, and once he wrapped his brain around the improbability of it all, he welcomed her with open arms.

  Kelsey’s done such a bang-up job with our social media accounts that we floated the idea with Griff of having her take over our public relations altogether. After all, that’s what her old career was, only now she gets to help reinforce a positive public image instead of cleaning up negative ones. Griff agreed enthusiastically, saying he was in favor of anything that would keep Kelsey watching over the band.

  Kelsey herself was elated by the suggestion. Griff is still working out the details regarding the scope of her duties, but she’s already jumped in with both feet and has come up with new ideas that will get us positive mentions in the media—something Harem never actually bothered with before.

  “So congrats to all of you,” Griff says as he stands to go. “Soundcheck is at 4:00 local time and showtime is 7:00, and immediately afterward we take the jet to Kyoto for one show, with another in Sapporo the night after. Then you get a day off before we move on to M
anila and Singapore.”

  When Griff leaves, everyone is ebullient.

  Even the band itself was stunned by how amazing Metamorphosis is. Jason and I came up with some of our best songs in years for the new album, and both of us credit Kelsey’s presence in our lives and at Wolfshire. And the tension caused by Jordan’s shenanigans gave Harem’s performance of those songs a nervous edge that wouldn’t have been there otherwise. Funny how things work out sometimes.

  And I still grin every time I hear my solo in Baby’s Got That Look in Her Eye, when I think of Kelsey sucking me off in front of everyone. My girl knew that I was frustrated and needed something to get me out of my own head, to distract me so I could just play without thinking.

  She’s a work of art, Kelsey is.

  The work of art stands up and says, “Hey, guys, I have an announcement to make, too.”

  She looks scared, and my first thought is that she doesn’t want to be with us on this long tour. Being on the road this much gets old fast.

  She bites her lip.

  “Cat got your tongue?” Nick says.

  Jason smacks Nick on the arm, then turns to Kelsey. “What is it, love?”

  She looks down at her feet, then back up, and finally right at me.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  You could knock us all over with a feather.

  Those two words are normally the last thing a rock musician wants to hear, but the little celebration that erupts says that this time it’s a different story. There are hugs all around.

  “Are you sure?” I ask.

  “Oh, yeah,” Kelsey says, placing a hand on her still-flat belly. That explains her picky eating, and why she hasn’t been drinking with us lately. She told us she was just taking a break from alcohol before the tour started.

  “That’s why you haven’t been drinking,” Jason says.