How I Got a Harem: the beginning

In high school I was in love with my best friend, Ashley. Ashley was a lovely girl with jet black hair that bounced in curls down to her shoulders. She had a face that was both cute and gorgeous and a smile that melted me. She was of medium height, maybe 5’5”, with a curvy but trim body. I drooled for years over her full breasts, perfectly proportioned C-cups, that she displayed in tight t-shirts. She was down to earth and funny, not at all stuck up even though she got plenty of attention, and I absolutely adored her.

Even though Ashley was constantly being hit on, she didn’t show much interest in any guys at our school, except me. I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, Ashley liked me so much. She had her pick of guys and she chose to be with me, and I wasn’t going to second guess her decision. Ashley and I spent the latter half of high school doing what most high schoolers do: diving blindly into the world of sexuality. Ashley and I fucked like rabbits for about two years, exploring our new desires and emotions. We hit the tip of the iceberg, really, when it came to sexual exploration, but at the time it seemed wild.

When high school finally ended I was heading to the West Coast, across the country, for college. She was still undecided about her future, planning to take a year off, and I asked her to come with me. After both of us pouring our hearts out and some tear-jerking moments, she rejected my final advance and left in tears. I went away to college and our worlds separated.

Four years of college effectively erased Ashley from my mind. Of course I remembered her, but it seemed so long ago and far away. I’d spent my college years fucking many a co-ed and Ashley’s crystal blue eyes were but a distant memory.

Two years out of college, 24 years old, I’d moved to Colorado and had landed quite a unique consulting job. I made a lot of money, especially since I was still single so my expenses were pretty low, and I was able to work from home about 90% of the time. I bought a decent house well out in the deserted wilderness because I liked the peace and quiet. I still made the long trip into the city to hit the bars and meet women but for the most part I had a kingdom to myself. I had never met the right girl to settle down with and so my kingdom was devoid a queen. That would all change in a big way.

A knock on my door at 11:30 at night startled me awake. I had dozed off in my office, trying to finish a bit of work so I could take the next day off, and the noise at the door initially scared me. Who could be here, this late, this far from civilization. I figured burglars or murders probably wouldn’t knock, but who then?

When I gazed through the peephole I saw two figures, shrouded in darkness and wrapped in clothing, huddled together on the porch. It was cold out, snowing lightly, and I could see them shivering. When I opened the door and one stepped forward I finally saw her face: Ashley.

She stood for a second looking me over before throwing her arms around me and squeezing tight. “Mark, oh God, I am so glad to see you!” she said into my shoulder. She had layers of clothing on but feeling her press into me brought back vivid memories. She and her companion had a few bags and looked tired and ragged.

“Ashley, what are you, wait, come in, it’s freezing out,” I said, opening the door and grabbing her bags. She and the other figure, a woman I could see now, stepped inside and shook off their chill. The second woman removed her hood and I saw now she was just a girl, a teenager, and she looked shy and concerned. She had a delicate, lovely face with smooth features and sandy hair. She was as tall as Ashley but looked smaller in stature.

“Mark, this is my… cousin, Tracie,” Ashley said. Tracie smiled warmly at me when I shook her tiny hand and told her to make herself comfortable. “Mark, I know this is crazy, real crazy, but can we crash here for the night?”

“Yeah, of course, you’re not going back out there,” I laughed. I pointed Tracie to a bathroom and then turned to Ashley. “Ash, what gives, how’d you find me?”

“Oh, I kept in touch with some high school friends who’ve kept track of where people spread out to, so, it wasn’t that hard,” she said as she removed her winter layers. Her hair was still dark and curly but a bit shorter than it had been. I was surprised to see a silver ring through her left nostril. She still had a trim figure and hadn’t changed much, though I noticed the hint of a tattoo that started on her upper arm and snuck somewhere behind her clothes.

“What’s going on?” I asked concerned, “Where’s your car?”

“We took a cab. He dropped us off in town, didn’t want to drive up here with the snow.”

“In town?” I asked, shocked. “Then how’d you get up here, its at least a couple of miles?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “we walked.”

“Jesus!”

“Well, we couldn’t afford it anymore anyways. We were heading west and it seems we ran out of money on your doorstep, what are the chances of that?” she smiled, tilting her head and looking at me with a depth of understanding behind her hypnotic eyes.

“Yeah, well, listen, anything you need.”

“Thanks, Mark, really,” she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Tracie returned, sans outer clothing as well, and I saw an athletic form hugged tight by jeans and a t-shirt. I tried to hide the fact that I was checking her out, both of them really, but I was able to ascertain she sported perky breasts, B-cups probably, and a slender body. She had long legs and her smile was breathtaking. Both of them were thrilled when I directed them to the kitchen and offered up something warm to eat.

As they munched I cracked a beer and began to inquire about how they made it all the way out here. Their story seemed sketchy and fragmented, both of them seemed unsure about the details, but the consensus was that Ashley was taking her cousin on a friendly cross country sight-seeing trip. Both of them dodged questions about the timing of the trip, it seemed to me Tracie should’ve been in school at the time. Unsatisfied and certain I hadn’t received the full story, my visitors said they were tired and needed to sleep.

“Well,” I said, “I have spare rooms but no spare beds.”

“It’s ok,” Ashley said, “Tracie can take the couch and I’ll take the floor, if you have some spare blankets and pillows?” I did, so I set them up in the living room before heading upstairs to bed. I was awake for a long while, questions about this new development were bouncing around my head, and at some late hour I heard some noises downstairs.

Curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was convinced there was more going on here than I was told, so I decided to creep down the stairs and investigate. I’ll admit, thoughts of lurid sexual misdeeds did flash through my mind, but I quieted them and assumed I would never be so lucky as to have two bombshell lesbians appear at my front door. Turns out, I was a very, very lucky man.

My carpeted stairs were silent and I snuck with as much stealth as I could muster towards the living room, the source of the mysterious noises. As I got closer I recognized the sounds, flustered grunts and satisfied moans are unmistakable, and my cock began to rise. I stood behind a free-standing pillar at the edge of the living room and peered in, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim moonlight that streamed through the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.

As I’d hoped, there was a tangle of lesbian sex in my living room. Tracie, her skin looking deliciously smooth, was on her hands and knees on the floor, her ass directed at me. She still had on a t-shirt and her pink panties were wrapped around her knees. It was difficult for me to make out the key details, I was dying to see the intricate folds and spaces of her young pussy, but in the dark all I could tell was her soft love hole was filled by Ashley’s middle and ring fingers of her left hand, pumping in and out at a rapid tempo. Ashley was kneeling beside Tracie, fully clothed in pajama pants and a long t-shirt, and was happily fingering her young “cousin.” With her right hand, Ashley held a handful of Tracie’s hair and was pulling her head back slightly, eliciting moans from Tracie’s soft lips.

Ashley’s fingers bottomed out and Tracie convulsed, a warm orgasm overtaking her, and she threw one hand up to her mouth to stifle a shout. Ashley was voracious, she had a lust for Tracie that made my cock strain and pulse, and she simply couldn’t get enough. Ashley, not giving Tracie much time to recover, climbed above her and mounted her. She kept her two fingers deep inside Tracie’s pussy and placed her own at the base of her hand. Ashley thrust her hips, using them to push on her hand and fuck downwards into Tracie. The two were soon fucking hard again, Ashley using her fingers like some kind of strap on dildo to fuck Tracie.

By the time Tracie had shook out her second orgasm and the two had collapsed in a pile of kissing and caressing my cock was flexed to the max. It ached for attention, and I knew I had enough mental images to enjoy myself. I desperately wanted, as any sane man would, to join these two, but even with the history between Ashley and I, I had no idea how to go about making that happen.

I retired to my room and freed my suffocating cock. I was very proud of my size and strength, plenty of women over the years had fallen more in love with my cock than with me, and on this night my erection was stronger than it had ever been. I wrapped my hand around it and surprised myself, it felt larger and thicker than it had before. I had never been this turned on in my life and my cock was straining. I stroked it slowly, savoring the images that played in my mind, until I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I dove beneath the covers and pretended to be asleep. There was a gentle knock on my door. “Mark,” I heard a soft voice whisper. “Mark, can you hear me?”

“Mmm, yeah?” I mumbled, pretending to be half-asleep.

“I need to talk to you, can I come in?” Through the door I couldn’t tell whose voice I was hearing. I looked at the clock and saw it was past four.

“Yeah, come in,” I said back. The door cracked open and I was surprised to see Tracie slip inside. She still had on only panties and her tee, her long legs were smooth and snowy white, and she sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up slightly, careful to bunch the covers up and obscure my throbbing erection.

“Mark, sorry to wake you like this, but, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right to lie to you. Look, I’m not Ashley’s cousin. We’re not related. I’m her girlfriend.” I acted surprised.

“But you’re…”

“Fifteen? Yeah, I know, we’re nine years apart,” Tracie chuckled. “I’ve heard that argument before. But we’re in love, we don’t care about any of that.” I nodded, not understanding how Ashley and Tracie would wind up together. Tracie answered my unspoken question. “Look, Ashley’s family disowned her when they found out she liked girls too,” Too? “like when she was twenty, long before she met me, of course. Anyways, she went through some rough times, got into some shit she probably shouldn’t have, and hit rock bottom.”

I thought about Ashley suffering, alone and troubled, and my heart sank.

“When I met her she was kind of in rough shape. We met at some shitty country music festival, she had a tent there and was smoking a lot of pot. I kind of came from a rough family situation myself, so we hit it off, she used to say I was fourteen going on thirty, and I don’t know, we just clicked. She and I fell passionately for each other.” Upon saying this I noticed two hard points poking through her shirt, she obviously hadn’t worn a bra to bed, and reminiscing about passionate sex like the kind I’d just witnessed was exciting her. “A year later we came out to my parents, the drunk, ignorant fucks they are.” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this teenager. “They couldn’t handle it, said I couldn’t live under their roof if I didn’t change my ways, so we ran away together. And here we are.” Tracie kind of shrugged.

My cock took notice of her tantalizing nipples, as well as the soft curves of her legs and hips as she sat on the bed.

“Well, Tracie, I’m sorry for your troubles and all, and I’m happy to help you and Ashley out in any way I can, but you didn’t have to wake me up to tell me all this.”

Tracie’s eyes lowered. “Well, there’s more. You see Mark, in the year I’ve known Ashley it has become very clear that she loves me. It has also become quite clear that her heart and soul still belong to you.”

I stammered a response, not quite sure what to say.

“Mark, she said we were coming here because you were the only person who could help us, the only person she trusted. And that’s true, but I know she wanted to see you again.”

“But it’s been six years?” I said, not sure how this was all possible.

“Doesn’t matter, she loves you,” Tracie sighed. “She’s told me everything about you,” she paused and her eyes shot a meaningful glance at the covers that hid my still raging hard on, “and I feel as close to you as she does. I can already tell, just by watching her since we’ve gotten here, that she’s got conflicting emotions flying around her head.”

“Well, I don’t know…”

Tracie interrupted me. “So, basically, I think we have two options. One: we leave once we are on our feet, and for the rest of our lives together I’ll always see the hint of regret and sadness in Ashley’s eyes. Even though I know she loves me, she won’t be able to tear herself cleanly from you. She never has.”

There was a long pause.

“Or?” I asked.

“Think about it,” Tracie began to say. She slowly moved over me, straddling me, pressing her hips down and placing her soft face next to mine. She whispered into my ear, grinding her hips and pressing my cock against her clit through the layers of fabric. “Ahhhhh, or we stay. I can’t live without Ashley. And she can’t live without you. Do the math, Mark, sounds to me like I can’t live without you either.” She was slowly rubbing herself against my straining cock and she softly kissed my mumbling lips.

“So you mean?” I rambled as she teased me.

“Exactly. I know it’s crazy but it seems like the only situation where everyone wins, right? Any other outcome ends in heartbreak for somebody, maybe everybody.” Tracie’s tongue flicked across my lips and I lost my self control. I reached my hands up and grabbed her slender hips. She moaned as I pressed my cock against her and our mouths began ...


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