Font of Fertility Ch. 23

"Well, what's the first one?"

"Why didn't you jump me as soon as my Aunt left?" she asked. "I mean, we're alone. We've had sex twice. I made it pretty clear I like you."

"Because I value all of this," I said, gesturing to my tablet and her laptop and our bags, and between the two of us to indicate the conversation. "Sex is- I really like having sex with you, Jordan. Like, a lot. And I'm not saying this is better than that, but it's something I don't have with anyone else... which I guess is kind of a cocky and crude and egotistical thing to say."

She smirked and shook her head. "No, actually. I mean, it would be if I didn't know about your girlfriends. But I do, so it's more sweet than anything."

"So what's your other question, or would you prefer that I put your laptop down, pull you over here and start having my way with you?"

Jordan bit the corner of her lower lip and chuckled a little. "Oh, I want that," she said. "Which is where my question comes from. Ashley told you the other night that I don't really fuck guys more than once, which is true. Trust me, I like cock. More than pussy. But I've always felt like Goldilocks where I hadn't found the right one. I always had a reason to not call the guy back or to kick him out of my bed, or dorm room, or whatever. You'd think it wouldn't be that hard to find a guy who can talk literature and writing and just the right level of nerd stuff without being a total geek, but who also knows how to get aggressive in bed in the right way. I'm- Jerry, I'm picky and kinky in ways that Ashley and Angie don't even really know about. So I guess my question boils down to this - are the girls your girlfriends and you guys are like, Poly or whatever, or are you the head of a harem?"

There was that word again. And it wasn't being said in a half-joking way, or by someone with magic who saw it as normal that I would have one. Jordan was looking at me earnestly, and curiously. Without judgement.

It was crazy. Insane, even.

"Yeah, it's a harem," I said. Owning it. "Lauren was first, then Lindsey and Stacey. Angie just officially joined, and there's one other girl as well."

"Fuck," Jordan breathed out. Then she stood up and stepped to me, climbing up onto my armchair and straddling my lap with her knees outside of mine. She leaned in and brought her lips to within an inch of mine, her breath teasing my lips and nose, as she pressed her hands to my chest. I could feel the need in her. The desire. The horniness.

I grabbed her and pulled her to me, mashing our lips together as one hand went to the back of her head and wreathed my fingers in her long, coppery hair and the other slid up the back of her tank top to palm her bare skin.

"Mmmmmf," Jordan groaned into the kiss, her fingers curling to hold onto my shirt as she leaned into me. The studs on her lip and tongue again struck me as such a different feeling from kissing my other girls, but there was something else there as well. A horny hunger, which I was more than familiar with, but also a sort of desperation. A clinging that she wanted to hold onto this and not let go.

The kiss ended and she pulled back, my hand sliding from the back of her head down to her waist, but she didn't let go of my shirt and she stayed leaning close to me.

"I want in, Jerry," she said softly. Almost pleading. "I want in your harem. Before that night at your place, I was in on the fivesome before I even knew it was you we were talking about because I thought the idea of a reverse gangbang was hot. Learning it was you was a fun, kind of kinky surprise. But then the way you fucked me, and us... The way you controlled the room, and me, touched one of those deep kinks that you don't really want to tell anyone about. I'm such a fucking sucker for harem erotica, Jerry. It's the only shit I actually get off to if I'm masturbating. I've been like a fourteen-year-old boy with how horny I've felt since that night, and as I figured out about Lindsey and Stacey. So, God, I want in. And I don't just want in. I'm more kinky than that. I want you to put a collar on me so that I can carry a physical reminder that I belong to you and the harem, and if you do that and treat me right like the past few days I swear I'll be yours forever."

I breathed in through my nose and closed my eyes, shifting forward slightly to press my forehead against hers. I could almost hear Lauren laughing in the back of my head. Concubine six.

"That's a big commitment for us only having seen each other again for, what, six hours total if you don't count when we were sleeping? What about wanting to have sex with guys at school?" I asked. "And the fact that you go to school halfway across the country, and I'll be going to Cardinal with Lauren, Linds and Stacey?"

"What do I need other guys for when I've found the Goldilocks Cock?" Jordan smiled a little. "And I can handle a dry spell if it means I get to come back to you. I can even transfer to Cardinal next year to be with you guys."

"Whoa, OK," I said. "Hold on. You're at the best program in the country for what we want to do."

"Yeah, and you're not even considering going there," Jordan said.

"That's different," I said. "There are other circumstances."

"Well, this would be my other circumstance."

"Jordan," I sighed. "I- Fuck, Jordan. OK. There's a whole bunch of questions running through my mind with what you said, but I need to say two things. First, I'm really, really fucking happy that you want to join my harem but it's not just my decision - the girls get a say, too. So before I say yes I need to talk to them, and they probably want to talk to you. And you'll need to meet Annalise."

"That's fine. Actually, that's probably better than you just telling them. It would be hot if you did, but in the long run that makes more sense."

"The other thing is that I don't want you switching schools," I said sternly, squeezing her waist lightly to emphasize the point. "I don't want you to miss out on opportunities that you earned. I always thought your writing was amazing, but you've just gotten so much better while you've been gone. Even if it means I need to come visit you, and we only see each other on holidays."

"OK," she nodded, and I could tell she was trying not to smile widely because that sounded an awful lot like I was saying yes without saying yes. "What else? What other questions do you have?"

"They don't matter right now," I growled softly and pulled her into me for another kiss.

The hunger was there, and the desire. But the pleading had changed - she wasn't pleading for me to say yes anymore. She just wanted me. More of me.

We made out for a little while and our hands wandered. I grabbed her ass through her sweatpants, then slid them inside to palm her naked cheeks because of course she wasn't wearing panties. Her hand slid under my shirt to feel my chest and gently scratch me with her nails, then ran up into my hair to hold me close as our tongues retreated and we just softly pecked each other over and over with loving little kisses.

I took my hands from her ass and started lifting her shirt, and she raised her arms to let me pull it and her athletic bra off of her completely. I immediately nabbed one of her cute little nipples with its barbel piercing between my lips and sucked hard, and Jordan moaned happily as she arched her back to press her chest at me more. I palmed her other tit, kneading it roughly, which turned her moan into a pleasurable growl.

Leaving her nipple, I kissed around her chest, up to her neck and down to her sternum, delighting in her smooth, pale skin and every freckle and mole on her. Jordan's thin body was a different sort of fit from Stacey, who was the most athletic of my girls. Jordan was just naturally thin, so she was still soft while being skinny instead of firm like Lauren or Stace. I eventually kissed my way to her other nipple and took it between my lips, sucking hard on it as Jordan gasped and sighed.

I came off of her with a pop and looked up at her as she grinned down at me. I took the waistband of her pants and pulled them over her ass and down her thighs, gripping them bundled between her legs with one hand. Her ginger little bush and flushed pussy lips were bared to me as she continued to sit with her legs straddling mine.

"Play with yourself for me," I told her. "I want to see what you do when you've been thinking of me and my harem of girlfriends."

"Mmm, yes, sir," she sighed, her tongue playing at the stud in her lip as she slid her hand down her stomach to trail her fingers through her pubic hair. She softly scratched herself there, her pussy teasingly getting pulled up softly with the friction on her mound.

"You like that, Jordan?" I asked. "You like when your bush gets tugged on?"

"Mhmm," Jordan nodded. Then she gripped her pubic hair fully and pulled out, letting her hips and crotch lift forward as she did it, and she groaned hotly.

"What else do you like?" I asked.

"When I'm alone and just getting started, I like to tease myself a lot," Jordan breathed, sliding just one finger down, avoiding her clit and starting to gently pet her pussy lips. "Usually a good story and just one finger can get me pretty far."

"And how far from that point are you right now?" I asked.

"God, way over," she laughed, her small breasts jiggling. "I don't know if I've stopped being at least a little wet since we fucked last."

"Then what do you do once you're nice and turned on, Jordan?"

"Well, sometimes I'll make Ashley lay down so I can sit on her face," Jordan said with a little smirk, knowing she was teasing me as much as I was teasing her. "Or sometimes I break out my vibrator. But if I'm just using my fingers, I like feeling like a total fucking slut."

"And how do you do that?" I asked.

Jordan bit the tip of her tongue with a naughty look in her eyes as she palmed her pussy fully and then slid her fingers back up, slowly spreading herself wide open. I already knew what her pussy looked like in general - it was a pretty little package with a tidy set of inner lips and a nice bump of a clit hood, and it got a warmly flushed hue to it when she was turned on. This was a different look at her though as she spread herself wide. The pink of her cunt had a delicious-looking vibrancy that made me want to get my tongue on it, and her dark little hole was open and softly quivering and flexing as she breathed in.

"I like to hold myself open like this and imagine a guy like you staring at me, deciding what he's going to do," Jordan whispered. "I like the feeling of being reduced to a horny little fuckhole."

"Mmm," I hummed and reached out with my hand that wasn't holding her sweatpants tightly, slowly bringing my middle finger to within a half-inch of her pussy. She watched it with wide, needy eyes, her stomach flexing with each breath in the slightly uncomfortable position she was holding as she exposed her entire cunt to me. "What if I just want to tease you?" I asked her as I got my fingertip as close to her pussy lips as possible without touching.

"You can do that, sir," she groaned. "As much as you want."

"What if I want to slam my fingers into you all at once?"

"God, yes please, sir," she gasped, and the entrance to her cunt flexed.

"And if I want to get my whole fist inside of you?" I asked.

"Walk me around like a puppet, sir," she said. And I fucking believed her.

"And what if I want to make love to your little fuckhole and treat it just right, but I tell you I never want you to just be a fuckhole to me?" I asked quietly.

She pressed her lips together and rolled them in, biting them as she looked at me with soft, wanting eyes and nodded.

I brought my finger back from teasing her and quickly sucked it between my lips to get it wet before bringing it back to Jordan's pussy and teasing it around her entrance, feeling the slick and soft rim. "You are fucking beautiful, Jordan," I told her. "And I need you to know that I feel extremely blessed to know you, and be friends with you, and to fuck you. And, maybe, to own you in my harem."

Jordan sniffed in slow and hard, closing her eyes as she revelled in the feeling of me slowly, slowly inserting my finger into her until it was buried deep. Then, as I pulled it out and dragged the pad of my finger along the front of her inner pussy seeking where her g-spot would be for later, she blew out her breath through her pursed lips. When my finger finally left her, coming out slick from her natural lubrication, I lifted it to my lips and sucked it into my mouth to taste her. "Mmmm," I groaned at the taste, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her. I slowly pulled the finger from my lips. "Alright, Jordie," I said, shortening her name negligably but trying to find the pet name I wanted to call her. "Now I want you to get yourself off for me. Show me everything, because I want to see everything. I want to see your breath hitch, and your eyes dilate, and your lip quiver. I want to watch you come for me."

"Thank you, sir," Jordan moaned, and she stopped spreading her pussy and went about starting to finger herself. I felt like I almost had her on a leash with the crotch and waistband of her pants still gripped in my fist, and maybe that helped her get there a little bit as she quickly worked herself over. Jordan was rough with her pussy, drilling two fingers in and out of herself in between savagely grinding her fingers over her clit. Her other hand wasn't idle as she grabbed at her tits with harsh movements, plucking her nipples and twisting them with the piercings.

"Fuuuck, sir," Jordan cooed softly as she fingerfucked herself. "Fuck, I want to be such a whore for you."

"This isn't whorish enough?" I asked her. "You playing with yourself in my lap, mostly naked, while I'm fully clothed? Or are you thinking you want what happened on New Year's? You want me to put a load of my cum in your mouth and all over your face, and another one in your tight little ass?"

"God, please," she nodded, her breath hitching in between words as she started to pant from her own exertions.

"Where's the last one going though, Jordie?" I asked. "If the first one is in your mouth, and the second one is in your ass, where does my third load go?"

"In my pussy, sir. In my needy little cunt. And because I'm yours you can fuck me raw as much as you want. I'll go off my birth control if you want. Is that something you want? To put your big load inside of my unprotected womb, sir?"

"Maybe in the future, Jordan," I said, reaching to her with my free hand and placing my palm on her stomach, feeling her diaphragm work as she kept getting herself off. "School first. Be all you can be for me, and we'll get there."

"Fuuuuck," Jordan groaned.

"Getting close?" I asked.

She nodded, her lower lip firmly between her teeth and she frowned in concentration and continued to finger herself. She had one nipple firmly twisted by her other fingers.

"How should I fuck you?" I asked her. "From behind? Or should I get you to sit your ass on my cock and ride me since you're such a slut for me?"

"Anything. All of it," she panted.

"Come here," I said, raising my hand from her stomach to hook around her neck and pull her to me. I kissed her deeply, and she didn't stop fingering herself and I could feel her body tensing. "Do it now, Jordie. Come for me."

"Yes, siiiiiir," she moaned into my lips, her shoulders hunching forward as she came. She buried her face into the crook of my neck and breathed deeply as her hips bounced a little and she started to kiss and lick me.

"Good girl," I crooned, holding her to me. "Good girl."

When she finally stilled I leaned my lips down and kissed her neck back, and she pulled away to look at me a little flushed. "That was a pretty good one," she said.

"Good. But we're not nearly done," I said. "Now get these pants off and get on your knees, Jordie."

She quickly got naked and into position, and soon she was undoing my jeans and pulling them down, then my boxers as she eyed my hard cock with a delighted grin.

It wasn't just the lip and tongue rings I found different about blowjobs from Jordan. And it wasn't that she seemed to love sucking my cock, because Lauren, Lindsey and Angie all seemed to be that way as well - loving the actual act of doing it. Stacey and Annalise were both happy to do it too, but weren't so much geared towards it as the other three.

No, Jordan worshipped my cock just like Lauren, Lindsey and Angie, with all the vigour, love, lust and desire that the others did. But there was this other feature in there, not that it was missing from the others, but that it was overflowing with Jordan. She was joyful about it. It wasn't just a sex act between us or something she wanted to do.

The way Jordan looked at my cock, and grinned from her lips to her eyes... it made me really believe her 'Goldilocks Cock' comment that somehow she'd decided my cock was the one that she was meant for. Every lick, suck and kiss was filled with this overflowing joy, whether she had her eyes closed, was looking at my shaft, or was looking up into my eyes.

"God you look fucking beautiful," I sighed as we made eye contact and she grinned around me with her mouth on my cock. Then I reached down and softly took the ring of her septum piercing between my thumb and forefinger and held her there with my cock half in her mouth. "Remember what I said that first time?"

"Uh-huh," she said around my cock in her mouth, nodding slightly.

"Lauren thinks I should get a whole leash and lead you around the house naked like you're my little sex pet," I told her. "But I think it should just be a little silver chain to match your piercings. Maybe one of those pretty ones that connect to your earring. Everyone would see it and wonder why you wear it."

"Mmmmf!" Jordan hummed on your cock.

"Or maybe I just keep a chain with me, and whenever I want to play with you I take it out and hook it onto your nose so you know it's time for you to go from being my charismatic, funny, confident friend to being my little cockwhore?"

Jordan pushed herself down on my cock, taking me into her throat with a soft gargle as she closed her eyes and came. I wasn't even sure if she'd been fingering herself or not.

"Shhh," I hushed her softly, letting go of her septum piercing and stroking her cheek. "Shhhh, Jordie."

When she was finished, Jordan looked up at me with her eyes slightly reddened and pulled off my cock, breathing deeply with spittle dripping from her bottom lip onto her chin and chest. "Jerry, that was so fucking hot. Any of them. I'll do any of them that you want. Please can I get you off, sir? I want to taste you so bad."

I nodded, and Jordan went to work slurping and stroking and sucking. My balls got covered in her slobber as she sucked my cock like it was life-giving water and she'd spent a week in the desert. It didn't take long for her to push me towards my orgasm as she hummed and slobbered and gagged.

"That's it, Jordie. That's it," I groaned. "Fuck. Here it comes."

Jordan took my cock from her mouth and stroked me quickly, her grin so wide she couldn't open her mouth completely as she looked up at me. I came, the glorious feeling pumping up through my legs and releasing in five thick strands of cum roping out of me. Jordan started laughing in her chest and throat and she stuck out her tongue, her face and glasses getting covered until she took the last shot directly in her mouth and then sucked my cock back between her lips to slurp out the last dregs of my orgasm.

I was left breathing heavily as she fell back on her butt, still grinning to herself and chuckling softly as she started licking her fingers.

"Jordan, and I say this with all honesty, you suck my cock like it's Christmas morning," I said.