Everytime I thought life had settled, something changed. I had gotten the hang of my business classes and my computer science classes were still going great. It probably helped that multiple of my harem girls were business majors. Ruth had integrated into the harem well, and the rest of the girls were still doing well.
Tina had started her experiment of trying to swallow my sperm three times a day to see if it would make her breast grow. She would come in at five a. m. so suck out my first load of the day. We would also find time between classes to go to the athletics building, Tina was in the program so she could schedule rooms and use the changing rooms. We would switch up where she sucked me off, but she got sperm in her stomach the second time each day that way. Then on days we had sex, she’d suck me off and swallow before going me hard again to ride. She ended up deciding that since she would only have sex with me like two times a week, she would come in regardless after everyone else left and suck me off for her third or fourth load of the day, before I went to sleep.
I really started to enjoy Tina’s blowjobs. Not only did the late night blowjob help me get to sleep, but Tina got lots of practice and got much better at sucking my dick. Finally she had to admit she was even enjoying it.
“Okay, so your sperm doesn’t taste as bad as I used to think… I actually kinda like it.” She admitted. “I think it’s like Courtney says, it’s a mental thing… though I’m still not drinking your pee.” And she laughed.
The strangest was Ruth’s friends starting to hang around the harem’s ‘sorority’ house.
Her descriptions of her friends were pretty spot on. Lizzy was a larger girl, chubby verging on fat, but despite that only had B-cup breasts to go with her ample ass. Her natural blonde hair and blue eyes were cute when she let me see them. Tamora was a natural model, with a fit looking body, D-cup breasts, and flaring hips for her curvy ass, she belonged in a centerfold. Taylor was fit, but with small curves, her B-cup breasts almost hiding in her form and since she generally wore loose pants and barely had a bump for her ass, it really accentuated her long legs and tall form. Taylor was only an inch shorter than I was. Ali dressed like a skank, she was always showing a generous amount of the cleavage of her C-cup breasts, and as cold as it was she wore short shorts and leggings that did nothing but show off her bubbly butt. Ali was fit and slim, like most skater chicks, but didn’t quite have the right vibe.
Laura was almost always over, watching one anime show or another on her phone, she said the internet was better and we had comfy seats.
Ali and Tamora started hanging out with Ruth and seemed thoroughly confused by the house and everything.
“So, if this is a Sorority house, why does HE get to live here?” Ali asked, quietly, but not quite quietly enough.
“He is Courtney’s boyfriend, and it isn’t an official sorority, and since Courtney owns the house, he gets to live here. He’s really chill, the rest of us don’t mind.” Ruth assured her at the same volume.
“But, like, don’t the other girls like to walk around in their underwear and stuff?” Ali pressed, “What do you think he’d do if I flashed my tits at him?”
“I don’t think it’d phase him.” Ruth replied, “But he’d probably leave.”
“Hmm, I do like to keep my eye on him.” Ali murmured. “Have you seen him pitch a tent yet? How big is his cock?”
“He pitches quite the tent. He must be over six inches long, but I’ve never asked him and I can’t exactly measure it.” Ruth told her, “But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t take it for a ride.”
“Hmmmm….” Ali mused, “I wouldn’t mind something like that. But I don’t want a boyfriend since my parents want me to date, and hookup culture is dumb.”
“I’m just surprised with how clean this place is.” Tamora marveled, “Who does the cleaning?”
“Courtney has a maid service that comes in. They take care of everything.” Ruth told them.
“Mhm.” Tamora almost moaned, “You have maids? Do you ever see then around? Do they wear those skirts and aprons?”
“Well, I’ve seen them a couple of times, and no, they don’t wear the French maid outfits.” Ruth laughed.
“Oh, I’m sure that would be distracting for Courtney’s man.” She laughed.
“He’s pretty good at only pursuing things he can have, and Courtney is pretty specific with what he can and can’t have.” Ruth informed Tamora elusively.
Taylor loved the backdrop the house was for her pictures. Gym photos. Swimming photos. Winter yard photos. Photos in the gardens. She was all about it.
Lizzy was the strangest to be sure. She loves the kitchen and spent as much time in there as she could. I was no stranger to the kitchen and liked to make snacks for myself. The first time I walked in the kitchen while Lizzy was there, the poor girl almost fainted when she saw me. Eventually she got used to me being there, though she’d try to be on the other side of the kitchen. It was funny though, the only girl, other than Ruth, that Lizzy would talk to was Sarah.
All of them were regularly visiting with Sarah. Some days they’d even ride in the limo with us home after class, though it made a tight fit.
“You add any more girls and I’ll need to get a bigger stretch.” Dana laughed the first time we all rode home.
Two weeks after the girls started coming over, word got out that there was some disease from China that had reached US shores and was spreading. Two weeks to slow the spread, they said, and a lot of people were going home to their parents to be safe.
The harem all decided that their best bet was to stick together at the harem house. Ruth was concerned for her friends and asked Courtney if they could move in for the two weeks. Courtney consulted the rest of the harem and though it wasn’t unanimous, the decision was to let them move in for a few weeks. They claimed rooms clustered over by the kitchens, which worked out because that was well out of hearing even if the girls decided to scream while I was fucking them.
Classes were all basically shut down, and everything was crazy. Brittany and Sarah still submitted everything and would graduate one way or the other, but there was talk of suspending graduation ceremonies and just giving out diplomas in the mail. Brittany said she didn’t care, but Sarah was disappointed.
Then the big week for Brittany arrived, the third week of March when she’d discover if she matched for residency and where. Normally, the med students got together for a party, but socially distanced, it turned into a zoom party.
“Even if I don’t match,” Brittany told us nervously, “there are a few programs that could get me matched in a second round.”
“Don’t worry!” Courtney urged,”You’ll match!”
“I hope so.” Brittany prayed.
The emails then went out and Brittany opened hers with trembling fingers.
Her eyes scanned the page, then she covered her mouth and stepped away crying, when she could speak again she gasped, “Guy, I got the clinic! My first choice!”
We celebrated with her, clapping her on the back and breaking out the Martinelli’s. (No one in the harem drank alcohol, most of us had bad pasts with it.) Brittany was beside herself with happiness.
“I can stay with the harem!” She celebrated, crying tears of happiness, “I was so scared I’d have to move across the country or something but the clinic is only 45 minutes drive from here!”
I saw Courtney with a satisfied smirk, so I discreetly went over, “Did you have your Dad pull strings for this?”
“I tried to, but he got caught up and by the time he reached out, they had already made the decision. She earned it all on her own. They didn’t even hear who he was endorsing.” Courtney shook her head. “But Dad did say if she didn’t get matched he’d guarantee her wherever she wanted. Throw enough money at a problem like that and it can be fixed. It’s so nice he doesn’t have to.”
“Nice to know I earned my place fair and square.” Brittany laughed, slipping up to us.
Courtney laughed, “Sorry, it wasn’t that I didn’t have faith in you. But if someone else was trying to buy your spot, I wanted to outbid them.”
“No, I’m not mad.” Brittany clarified, “It’s nice that for once in my life, someone’s got my back, and I have faith you won’t stab it… unless we’re talking about Tom’s dick in my ass, I might need that in a bit.” She laughed.
“Why wait?” Courtney laughed and pushed me at my dark skinned beauty.
Brittany grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room, running to her bedroom. Once inside she pressed me up against the door and kissed me passionately.
“I’m gonna ride that cock until I pass out or you do.” Brittany breathed, groping my crotch.
“That’s where you’re wrong!” I told her and scooped her up in my arms.
“Eep!” Brittany squeaked, as I carried her to the bed.
Tina’s personal training had paid off two fold. First I was easily able to lift weights far heavier than the girl in my arms. Secondly, the girl in my arms was light and fit. I easily carried her to the bed where I lightly dropped her as close to the center of the king bed, before crawling up after her.
“You did all the hard work to get here, so you are going to get that long hard fucking reward you want, but all you need to do, lady-mine, is lay back and enjoy.” I instructed, then I cut off any objections with a kiss.
Brittany didn’t seem to object, instead began pulling off my shirt. I allowed it, pulling off her shirt then bra in response, tossing them onto my shirt starting a pile. Brittany’s pants and panties joined the pile. I dove in and started licking her pussy, while shimmying out of my pants and boxers.