Dillon's Harem: Chapter Nine in Summary
"Come on in, Brittany!" Dillon called out from his home on a busy Saturday afternoon. "I'm in the middle of moving a few things around, but I'll be there shortly."
Despite his attempt at normalcy, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed as he pushed past the maze of unpacked boxes in his living room. His roommate, who was moving out at the end of the month, had left the place in quite a mess. Dillon knew he needed to clean the place up before his new roommate moved in.
"Dillon!" Brittany chimed from the front door. "I'm just going to grab something for Hannah. It's not a big deal, you don't need to come unreorganize your room."
Brittany, Dillon's ex-girlfriend and even ex-roommate, had the amazing ability to still make him feel aroused. As he went to let her in, he fondly remembered the last time he saw her, after she'd given him a blowjob. This memory was quickly overshadowed by the present: Brittany stood in front of him wearing tight denim shorts revealing her long legs and a loose, floral button-up that was tangled in a knot just above her chest. She had curled her red hair into tight ringlets that sat atop her head.
"Nice to see you too," Dillon responded as he held the door open.
"Wait, Dillon," she said, stepping in. "Your roommate's leaving soon? I'm guessing you're planning on living alone before finding a new roommate?"
"No, not yet. I guess I'll be alone for a while. I haven't found anyone to take his place."
What Brittany said next shocked him. "The girls are still trying to get you and Hannah back together, but they're going to want to have sex with you while you two are apart. I'm one of them," she said as she untied her top and let it fall to her sides, revealing a lacy bra that emphasized her 32B breasts. "I'm going to enjoy your company while I can... I just hope you're willing to share."
Dillon was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what she was asking him. This wasn't the first time a girl had suggested a threesome with Hannah, but it was certainly the first time while they were broken up.
"I…uh…that's…not how I saw this," Dillon stuttered.
"Babe, I know." Brittany waggled her eyebrows. "I know he's leaving soon. I could be a going-away present, if you want. Or, if you prefer, maybe I should just focus on your big dick." She hopped into her own bedroom without further ado.
Dillon watched her go as she selected two songs from her phone and tossed her shorts aside. She grinned at him. "Wanna fuck me while I listen to country songs?"
He nodded, barely able to contain his excitement. Brittany approached and signaled for him to lie down, then fought against her digits in her ears to mute the music. Suddenly, a phone call sounded through the air pod in his left ear.
"I'm sorry," Brittany apologized. "One of the girls is calling. It won't last long."
Dillon couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He lay down and waited.
"Hey girl, what's up?" Brittany began the call, a wide smile on her face.
"Hey, Britt," the voice on the other end replied.
"What's up?"
"I was just thinking, you could come over and help me pack," Zoey suggested calmly.
"Sure, that would be great," Brittany agreed.
Dillon could hear the door close and Brittany's footsteps as she left his room. As he listened to her talk animatedly about packing, he worried about the consequences of this call. The fourth time his girlfriend broke up with him was the last; he remembered how the same phone call had interrupted awkward sex between him and Brittany in the past.
Still, he couldn't seem to rid himself of his erection. Brittany returned, but instead of continuing their earlier session, she chose to ride him with abandon, pushing his legs back to the edge of the bed and grinding her hips to the beat of the music. She clenched her vaginal muscles in time with each phrase sung by the artist, "...I'm a-red-neck-woman-and I ain't no- high-class-broad..."
Startled by the intense feelings of her pussy, Dillon forced himself to think of the phone call he feared. Then, another unexpected moment occurred: Brittany started to sing along. "Hell yeah! Hell, yeah!"
He held her to him, loving this new side of Brittany. She stayed with him until her call was finished. Even after, the phone continued to buzz in his ear until Brittany waved and he removed the plug from it.
By the end of their session, Dillon was brimming with excitement. He held her close and began to caress her body, running his hands down her back and through her curls. "Want to try something else?" he asked her, aroused by her music-based fuck.
"I just want to be with you right now," she responded. "Anything with you is fine."
They embraced, and as they kissed, he knew that what they shared was just a formality, a last fling before either one moved on.
"Just working on a workout, but I can chat too! What's on your mind?" Brittany asked.
I was slightly distracted from reaching climax due to this new scenario, yet highly aroused by Brittany's exhibitionist behavior.
"Wanted to discuss Dillon and Hannah. Do you think they'll reunite by my Halloween party? Inviting both but don't want it to be awkward," Zoey replied.
"Don't worry, it's months away. By then, everything should have settled." Brittany responded while pinching one of her nipples.
"Don't know! Seem like a good match, but he's head over heels for you. Has he hit on you since the breakup?"
"Haven't yet, but might soon." Brittany smirked.
I was trying to stay quiet and prevent Zoey from hearing my heavy breathing through my earbuds, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Brittany orally pleasured me harder and faster.
"Care about having a perfect Halloween party, you know?"
"I'm aware. Hey, wait a sec," Brittany requested. She placed the phone on the bed, pointed towards the ceiling, and signaled for me to switch to doggy position. As I held her hips and re-entered her tight pussy, she placed the phone beneath her face, giving me a clear view of the screen while Zoey could only see Brittany and my ceiling.
"Hey, where are you?" Zoey asked.
"At the beach." Zoey turned her camera around to show the sunny day, and we saw a few other people on the beach. "Why?"
"Think you could take your top off?" Brittany suggested, grinning lewdly.
Zoey reached behind her and undid the strings of her bikini top. "Always! But why?"
Bending on her elbows, Brittany picked up her phone and set it back on the bed. She picked up my iPad, handed it to me, and joined a FaceTime call. I set the iPad on Brittany's back.
"Good view?" Zoey asked. She held her phone far enough away for me to see her entire upper body - her stunning face, hidden by large sunglasses, but her ripe 34A breasts and dark cocoa areolas were visible, oiled up from the sun. Her toned physique glistened in the sunlight.
"The best," I muttered.
We continued with me humping Brittany from behind, and Zoey observing our expressions in the two FaceTime windows. With Zoey's hand not in frame, but from her arm motion, I concluded she'd started fingering herself on the beach. Zoey could barely speak due to the public nature, but Brittany could.
"Oh, fuck me harder, Dillon! Filling my tight pussy with your cock. I love the feeling of being stretched. Ugh, just want to be fucked by you forever! It feels so good! Do you like seeing Zoey finger herself while watching us fuck? I want her to see my body and how you're using it. I want her to watch our connection. I want her to see my orgasm. Make me cum, babe!"
While Brittany unsettled me during her lengthy monologue, my erection grew stronger, and I thrust deeper into her. She suddenly fell silent, holding her breath as she prepared to orgasm, shouting. As Brittany came down from her peak, I noticed her shifting below me and collapsing into the mattress.
The moment for another position change arrived, "Look into my green eyes as you fuck me more," Brittany pleaded.
The girl didn't have to ask me for a second time. The iPad slipped off the bed as I twisted Brittany onto her back. I was up on my knees, so I held Brittany's lower back safely in my left hand. My right hand rested on her pelvis while my thumb stimulated her clit. Her core flexed in a plank, making her entire body a straight shape ending with her feet pressed against the wall behind me and the back of her head resting on the mattress. The iPad lay below where we were close together, allowing Zoey to observe my penis entering Brittany over and over again. Requesting gaze, I looked into Brittany's eyes while I made love to her.
"I really like the sway your breasts have at this distance," I remarked.
"I want to watch!" Zoey shouted.
I got Brittany's phone and held it up to her heaving breasts and red face, giving Zoey a second perspective through our FaceTime threeway call. Brittany then took control of stimulating her clitoris.
Soon, we could hear the unmistakable sounds that signaled Zoey's impending orgasm. Brittany had more experience with this than I did. She handed me her phone, and held it up so she could see Zoey's imminent climax close-up. To capture the moment, she snapped a shot of her friend climaxing. I could also sense my own orgasm approaching, so I added vigor to my penetration of Brittany, bringing her back down onto the mattress with her butt against the cold iPad. Putting my arms beneath Brittany, I held onto her tightly as I rubbed her clitoris and I thrust into her g-spot. Brittany writhed and screamed as she orgasmed, the camera still pointing at her face in an extreme close-up. As I reached the point of no return, I removed my penis from Brittany's vagina, took two steps on my knees, and began masturbating on Brittany's face. The first strand of my ejaculate brushed her cheek, and Brittany chuckled with enjoyment. The second and third strands landed on her nose and lips. Brittany parted her lips to accept more strands, but I directed the strands at her forehead and the other cheek, with one string linking her closed eye. When I stopped ejaculating, I wiped the remaining traces of cum from my penis onto her chin and then sat back on my heels.
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Brittany took the iPad. She showed Zoey her cum-covered face and then waved goodbye, telling her to "put on a blouse, you wench!" Zoey flashed her the middle finger and a grin before ending the call. Brittany then switched to the camera app and began taking selfies of the unique quantity of semen I shot over her with.
"Thanks a lot, darling. Make sure to store these in your secured folder," Brittany instructed me, smiling. "Also, it would be fun to do this to you time and again. Perhaps inviting Taylor or Kelsey to join in?"
My dick twitched weakly at the thought. "I'm totally down. You can count on that."
"Great!" Brittany scraped up my semen with her finger and fed it into her mouth. "This was exciting, and I would spend all day on you if I could. It would also be fun to have another girl or two in the room."
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