Rock God_Book 2_A Contemporary Harem Fantasy

by Michael-Scott Earle

  “Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned and flipped her head back to swing her long, black hair over her back. It lay across her skin like a silk sheet, and I reached my right hand over her to grab onto the mane. She gasped when I pulled on her hair, and she bucked her hips against my rhythm in an attempt to get me to fuck her faster.

  I followed her pushes and increased my tempo. Her tunnel was still as wet as a swimming pool and tighter than my fist. She just felt so good around my shaft, and my sore testicles began to tingle with the feeling of an oncoming climax. My stomach fluttered, and I felt my breath began to leave my chest quicker than I could suck the oxygen into my lungs.

  “Fuck, Kim. I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you up,” I gasped painfully.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes! Come in me, please. Ohhhhh yessssss!” She pushed frantically against my cock, and I pulled a little more on her hair to keep her close to me. It was either my admittance that I was about to fill her, or the pulling of her hair, or maybe a combined effort, but I felt her walls tighten around me with a sudden spasm that milked my cock to a mind-numbing orgasm.

  I ejaculated into the lithe Asian girl with the deepest thrust I could manage while a groan escaped from my stomach and poured out of my open mouth. It was simultaneously the most painful and pleasurable climax I could recall. My penis and balls spasmed dozens of times and each seizure filled Kim with what I imagined was a handful of my seed. We both screamed with the sensation, but as soon as I thought I was finished, her drenched tunnel squeezed me again. The motion forced my balls to tighten a few more times, and I gasped as my cock shot even more cum into her.

  Finally, I was done. We were both done.

  I still held her hair with my right hand and grasped her left hip with my other. I let go of her hair and then ran my hand down her spine to rub her muscular ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me with absolute adoration on her pretty face. I was still rock hard inside of her, and I imagined that if I pulled my cock from her tight tunnel a gallon of my seed would pour out of her onto the bed.

  “Ahhhh. Kim always gets your cum,” Katherine smirked from where she lay next to us.

  “He came inside of you last time while you ate me,” Kim said with a long sigh. “And you told me he fucked you the next morning.” The Asian girl stuck her tongue out at her friend.

  “Yeah. But I think he put a ton of his cum inside of you. Let me see your pussy.” Katherine waved her hand in the direction of our joined bodies.

  “Ahem,” I said with a smirk. My vision had started to clear, but my cock was still painfully hard inside of Kim’s pussy. I figured that it would take me a long time to calm down since I’d delayed my orgasm for so long.

  “King Eric, can you please pull your royal cock out of my tight little friend there so that I may examine her wet pussy to see how much sperm you put into her?” Katherine laughed lightly after she made her request.

  “Well, when you ask like that, how can I say no?” I looked down at Kim, and the Asian girl bit her lower lip as I slowly pulled my length out of her tight tunnel. We both sighed with the effort, and as soon as my tip had cleared her lips, I let go of her hips. The black-haired woman collapsed forward on the bed with a sigh and then slowly spun across the sheets so that she was laying on her back with her toned legs spread open.

  “So fucking hot.” Katherine spread the swollen pink lips of Kim’s pussy, and a waterfall of my cum poured from the opening.

  “Last time, you cleaned me up with your tongue,” Kim winked at Katherine. The Asian girl’s stomach tensed a little, and more of the thick white cream came out of her wet hole. It was pooling on the comforter beneath her ass, and I felt a little bit of pride when I saw the copious amount.

  “I’ll go get something you two can clean up with,” I said before Katherine could answer Kim. I slid off of the bed and took a few wobbly steps toward the bathroom connected to Kim’s room. My dick was still hard, and my testicles were still sore. I actually felt like I needed to orgasm again, but it was just the pain from having blue balls. I probably could fuck again, but I doubted I would be able to feel anything or actually climax. I just felt relaxed, and I wanted to curl up on the massive bed between the two women and sleep.

  Kim’s bathroom was a chaotic mess of brushes, bras, dresses, and cosmetic containers. I wouldn’t even know where to begin if I wanted to clean it, but a giant broom to push everything into a corner would have made it easier for me to walk across the tile floor. It was currently a minefield of girl stuff, and I had to execute a complicated series of balanced steps to make it to the toilet, grab the roll of paper packaged on the cabinet above the crapper, and then journey back to Kim’s room.

  I made it a few steps toward the bed before I noticed that both of the girls were fast asleep on top of the covers of Kim’s bed. Katherine was snuggled up sideways with her head nuzzled against Kim’s neck. The Asian girl was still lying on her back, with her legs spread open and my semen dripping out of her onto the comforter. I stood beside them for a few seconds to see if they just had their eyes closed, but their naked breasts rose and fell with deep calm breaths. There was a clock on the nightstand where the bottles of water were, and the red numbers showed nine minutes past three. Fuck, it was late, and I was not surprised they were both unconscious.

  I carefully used the toilet paper to clean some of my seed from the pool on the bed, then I threw out the tissue, opened the bottles of water in case the girls woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, took a half dozen gulps from one of the bottles, and then turned off the lights in the large room.

  There was enough moonlight to make it back to the bed without stubbing my toe. I grabbed the edge of the comforter, pulled it from the left side of the bed, and carefully laid it over the two naked women. Then I crawled under the sheets of the coverless bed and laid my head on one of the fluffy satin pillows.

  What a day.

  Playing in the band tonight had been awesome, and it almost felt like it had been a week ago instead of a few hours ago. The music had been wonderful, and the experience had been something I would never forget. I wished Jack had been able to see me perform, but when I thought of my faithful friend, I thought of Aimee.

  When I thought of Aimee, I thought of Beth.

  Katherine and Kim were passed out a few feet from me. I had just fucked both of them senseless. Yet, I was also talking to Aimee about her dumping Jack so that she could be with me. I was also supposed to go on a date tomorrow morning with Aimee’s sixteen-year-old sister who I felt an unhealthy attraction toward.

  What the fuck was my problem? It’s not like I didn’t need love or sex. There were two beautiful and toned volleyball players in bed with me right now who seemed hellbent on enjoying my cock with no strings attached. Maybe Aimee didn’t love Jack, but that didn’t mean I had to move in on her. True, the girl was beyond beautiful, but I was being beyond selfish. Had I let her trick me into thinking this was a good idea? I remembered fingering her in the Ferrari last week. I had done that, I couldn’t blame Aimee for manipulating me, but I knew that I didn’t need to let it progress any more.

  I thought about Beth and how disappointed she would be tomorrow when I called to cancel. The girl was strange, but I couldn’t lie to myself and say that I didn’t feel any gratitude for the piano she had bought me or the way she had helped me pick up the guitar again. I didn’t even know when I would call her or how I would explain that I wasn’t coming. I wondered if I could just not call her, but then I quickly decided against that idea. Not only was it cowardly, but Beth would probably call me over and over until I answered. She could possibly come by my apartment to make sure I was okay.

  Then again, I could just stay with Kim and Katherine all weekend. The three of us could fuck a dozen more times by the time Monday arrived. I could just turn my phone off and ignore the fallout until next week. Ugh. This was dumb. I just needed to sleep and call Beth tomorrow before ten.

  I closed my eyes against the moonlight. The room was quiet
except for the slow breathing of the girls next to me. I thought about the amazing experience I had just enjoyed with the two of them, and I briefly wondered what tomorrow would bring before sleep finally took me.

  Chapter 14

  “You promised that you would go to the museum with me,” Beth’s voice betrayed no emotion.

  “I know. I’m sorry. I can’t make it.” I felt the lump form in my throat and the tightness in my stomach. Fuck, part of me wanted to go, but it was a bad idea all around.

  “Will you tell me why?” Perhaps there was a little bit of anger now. It was a little after nine in the morning, and I guessed that the girl was twenty minutes from leaving to meet me at the Getty.

  “I went to a party last night, there was this band, and their guitar player didn’t show up, so I filled in for him. Everything ran really late, and I crashed at a friend’s house.” I figured the truth was the best answer, but I also realized that Beth would probably try to finagle something to get me to show up at the museum.

  “But you are awake now. You can still meet me there.” I knew this was a bad idea. I should have just stood her up, even though it would have been cruel.

  “I’m really wiped out from last night. I know you wanted to go, but I didn’t get to sleep until almost four in the morning. I’ll be a zombie the entire time and won’t be much fun.” I was standing out in Kim’s back patio on the elegantly paved area that connected the house to the pool and volleyball court area. Kim and Katherine were inside making breakfast, and I had stepped outside to quickly call Beth.

  “I don’t understand. We made plans to go to the museum. You promised you would go with me, and then you stayed up late even though you knew we were going this morning. Why did you decide to do that?” I heard a tiny bit of pain in her voice, and I sighed. If I had planned on a date with someone and they had canceled for the same reasons I was giving, I would have probably been upset also.

  “Can we do it another time? I feel terrible about canceling last minute, but I don’t think you would enjoy spending the day with me.” I knew I was kicking the can down the road, but maybe, if I did this enough times, Beth would stop pursuing me. I had been honest with her about not wanting to do anything with her because of her age hadn’t I? My sleepy and sex-addled brain shifted through my memories and confirmed my multiple conversations with the beautiful girl.

  “Eric, I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

  “I do. Now is not good though.” I sighed again and wondered why the ache in my chest wasn’t leaving. Beth was bad news for me, and I needed to stay as far away from her as possible.

  “Later this afternoon? We can meet there after lunch and then go to dinner.” Her voice was calm, but I sensed some eagerness in the question.

  “I don’t know Beth-” I began to say, but she interrupted me.

  “Can you come over for Thanksgiving? It is next week.”

  “Instead of today?” I asked.

  “No, I want to see you today and for Thanksgiving.”

  “You’re parents don’t know me. I doubt they would want me over for Thanksgiving.” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I was giving her an opening.

  “No. They will love to meet you.”

  “Beth, I’m almost twenty one, you are sixteen. They won’t ‘love to meet’ me. They will be upset that I am five years older than you.”

  “I believe that I know my parents better than you do.” She paused, and I thought of what else I could say to get out of seeing her.

  “I feel this connection to you,” she said as I was about to speak into the phone. “I know you are hung up on the age difference, but you shouldn’t be. This delta is fine everywhere but in the United States.”

  “It isn’t just the age, Beth,” I sighed when I talked, and my stomach turned flips. “I’m really in a weird place right now. I’m still trying to reconcile the loss of my parents, the loss of my music, my new life at school, my friendship with Jack, and my relationship with your sister.”

  “You are playing guitar and piano again.” Beth’s statement was factual, of course, but I filled in the blanks. She was inferring that I was playing music again because of her effect on my life.

  “Yes, and I thank you for that. You are a great friend, but that is all we can be for now.”

  “I agree. That is why I am confused as to why you aren’t going to come today.”

  “Because it would be a date.”

  “It doesn’t have to be. That is the story you are telling yourself,” Beth hummed.

  “So you are saying that you aren’t interested in me in that way?” I scoffed.

  “No. I am interested in you that way. I want you, Eric.” She’d hinted around this topic enough, played enough games with my emotions, but she hadn’t been as bold to admit it until now.

  “And you want me too. That is why you are so scared.” Her words made my head spin, but I didn’t answer her. Katherine opened the back door of the mansion and beckoned me to come inside for breakfast. She was wearing a tiny pair of tight, pink workout shorts with a thin, green sports bra that didn’t have any padding over her nipples. The outfit accented her long lean legs and her taunt stomach.

  “I have to go, Beth.”

  “Wait, we aren’t done. We need to talk in person.”

  “I’ll call you later,” I said.

  “Are you coming to the museum? How about two o’clock?”

  “I’ll call you later tonight or tomorrow. Bye.” I hung up the phone and walked toward Katherine. My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked at Beth’s name on the screen before I turned the thing off.

  “Who was that?” Katherine asked.

  “Friend of mine who I was supposed to hang out with today. I canceled.”

  “Good for us!” Katherine closed the door behind us and linked her arm with mine before she pulled me toward the kitchen.

  “It’s all on the table.” Kim was cleaning some pots in the massive stainless steel sink and gestured with her head to the breakfast nook in the near corner of the kitchen. There were three plates set out with heaps of scrambled eggs, pancakes, cut fruit, and bacon. There was also an open bottle of champagne, a pitcher of orange juice, and some bowls with yogurt and granola.

  “Sit down in the middle, Eric,” Kim said. I followed her instructions and then watched the Asian girl walk over from the sink. She was wearing my button-down shirt from last night. It was a purplish-blue color, and the end of the garment came down to the midpoint of her white thighs. It was a sexy look, and I wondered if she was wearing panties under my shirt.

  “Eric canceled his plans for the day.” Katherine scooped up the champagne and poured it into the three tall glasses on the table while she talked.

  “Oh really?” Kim sat on the opposite side of me as her friend, and her right hand rested on my crotch. I was wearing gym shorts, and her fingers quickly found my cock through the thin material. “Katherine and I don’t have practice till Monday morning, and my parents won’t be here all weekend.” Her fingers quickly made me hard.

  “If only we could find a way to amuse ourselves all weekend,” Katherine purred, and she poured a bit of orange juice into each of our flute glasses. Once she had finished, she handed each of us a glass.

  “We do have a lot of rooms.” Kim’s eyes flashed between her mimosa, Katherine, and my lips. “These rooms have... furniture in them.”

  “And your fridge is stocked with food and things to drink,” Katherine stated.

  “Well. I’d love to stay for the weekend and explore all the rooms and the furniture in your house.” I laughed at my own words and tried not to think about how mad Beth probably was.

  “To exploration!” Katherine raised her glass, and the three of us tapped them together.

  Chapter 15

  I pulled into my apartment parking structure at five to six Monday morning. My body was tired, like I’d been running a marathon that lasted forty eight hours. Kim, Katherine, and I hadn’t
gotten much sleep last night, or the night before, or that Friday night when I had first stayed over at the beautiful Asian girl’s mansion.

  There hadn’t been much rest during the day either. We’d eaten three meals every day and watched a few movies on Kim’s giant theater screen, but most of the waking hours had been spent with my penis or tongue deep inside of either Kim or Katherine. The three of us had even made love at five this morning before I left their house. I’d managed to make both girls climax twice, but, when I finally finished inside of Katherine, I didn’t think any cum shot into her.

  I crawled out of my car, grabbed my bag, and then stumbled up the stairs of the parking basement to my apartment. I had class in two hours, and while I thought about ditching it, there was a test that I was prepared for, and two hours was more than enough time to eat breakfast and take a long shower.

  I unlocked my door and was suddenly struck by the notion that Beth might have come over to my place Saturday and stayed all weekend. I thought about her sitting on my couch with her hand on the switch of my lamp, turning the light on and off like a macabre metronome for a day and a half as she waited for me to come home. I gulped down my sudden fear and then walked into my apartment. I’d left the light on in my kitchen, and it was still on. Nothing else in the TV room or dining room seemed to be rearranged, so my fears quickly left.

  I plugged my phone into the charger on the counter and then walked back into my room to throw my dirty clothes into the laundry basket. My bed was still made, and I realized that my suspicions about Beth invading my home were misplaced. Beth wasn’t stalking me, she was just... a strange and beautiful girl. A girl that I needed to avoid.

  I cooked breakfast and then took a long shower. The two tasks only took me an hour, and I sat on the couch afterwards with the TV on to kill some time before I had to leave for class. Then I remembered that my phone had been off all weekend, and I pulled it from the charger.