Font of Fertility Ch. 15

I ended up standing next to the bed, fucking Amara in a mostly-missionary position as she encouraged me to go harder, driving me with that angry-lust expression and forceful demands. Then she called me 'motherfucker' one too many times and I pounded her with three fast, brutal thrusts before slowing down and using more of my hips to stir into her cunt.

"Ooooh, jyes, fuck," she groaned and pulled her leg back towards her chest and ended up biting her knee as she came again as I did the opposite of what she'd been demanding. I didn't stop there though, and once her loud orgasm finished I pushed her other leg back as well, spreading her wide open and started picking up my pace again.

Stacey shut Amara up by sitting on her face for a bit, and I gave Amara some variations as I rotated her hips to the left and right, fucking into her at different angles and really stretching out her pussy in different ways as she squealed happily. But she kept slapping me, trying to encourage me to go harder. With her practically on her side, I put both hands on her ass cheek and spread her as wide as I could with leverage, fucking into her as deep as I could.

"Yes, open my ass. Open my ass!" she shouted into Stacey's pussy.

I pulled out of her and she whined, but instead of pushing back in I moved down at tonguefucked her pussy, then down to her asshole as I kept her cheeks spread wide.

"Oh, motherfucker. Oh, Papi, put it in my ass. Put it in my ass, Papi," Amara moaned.

I glanced up at Stacey, who shrugged and rolled her eyes as if to say, 'Of course she can take it in her ass and I can't.'

After another minute of tongue-fucking I pulled Amara right to the edge of the bed with her hips hanging off of it, and Stacey dismounted to give her room to breathe as I placed the head of my cock against Amara's asshole.

It was slow going. Based on Amara's expressions I would have thought she hated it, but her words and quivering moans and the way she lewdly held her own legs open so that I could fuck her ass in missionary, working one inch after another of my cock into her, said otherwise.

"So fucking tight," I groaned once I had about half of my cock in her.

"You motherfucker," she groaned. I was getting really tired of that, and I pulled out of her ass and then pushed back in, working her anal ring. And then she called me 'motherfucker' again, and I did it again, and it became a little game. She would call me Papi, which was wild considering she had to be at least four or five years older than me, when she was at the edge of being uncomfortable. And then when she wanted it rougher again she would call me motherfucker and I would pull out of her and jam myself back in, or I would push deeper than she was normally taking me.

She came twice, as best I could tell, though that was purely based on her volume. Then I pulled out and spanked both her thighs. I was panting, and my legs and glutes were burning from the long evening of exercise. "Get on top," I told her.

"Jyes," she hissed, and as I sat on her bed she climbed up and got into a reverse cowgirl position. Stacey held my cock upright and Amara sat back down on it facing away from me, taking it right back into her ass and working me hard with her hips. Stacey, who had only watched the ass fucking for a while and fingered herself, got more involved and as Amara leaned back using my chest for leverage Stacey shut her up again by starting to make out with her and finger her pussy.

In the end, I reached up and around and grabbed Amara's tits hard, and she pushed her ass as far down onto my cock as she could as she quivered and shouted through another orgasm, and I came in her ass. I felt like I was erupting, spewing lava into her tight little hole as she clamped down on me.

She actually passed out after that and Stacey had to help me get her un-cocked and off of me. Stacey then kissed me softly for a long moment, brushing her fingers across my chest as she silently let me know she was happy. Amara wasn't out for long, just a minute or two, but long enough for Stacey to go get a washcloth from the bathroom to wipe my cock (more for show, considering my magic) and then spoon up behind me as I spooned behind Amara.

When our host stirred awake she flushed. "Sorry. That was-"

"That was intense," I said and wrapped my arms around her to keep her still. "You're pretty amazing."

"God, I called you Papi, didn't I?" Amara sighed.

"You called him a few things," Stacey giggled. "But Papi was one of them."

"Fuck," Amara laughed softly. "Well, I always told him if someone dicked me better, he'd know."

"He who?" I asked.

"One of my fuck buddies," Amara said. "He's the better of the two, and when he really gets me going it slips out. After that, I don't know if he'll ever be able to get me to where you did. I can't believe you fucked my ass."

"You asked for it," I said, suddenly a little worried she would regret that.

"Oh, no, I know," she said. "But no one but my ex-boyfriend has had the balls to even hint at doing that. I forgot how good it feels for a guy to use my ass like that."

"Well, happy to provide," I said with a smile and kissed the inner curve of her neck.

"Mmm," she groaned. "That's fucking nice, too."

"Surprise," Stacey said softly. "Jerry isn't just the best fuck, he's also the best cuddle."

We stayed like that for almost another hour, quietly holding each other. I silently, psychically, offered Stacey another round of sex if she wanted since she was mostly the third wheel during the threesome in terms of getting fucked, but she let me know she was more than satisfied.

Eventually, at Stacey's prompting, we made noises about needing to get back to our "Air B&B" because we were supposed to get an early start out of the city. Amara kissed us both on the cheek, then changed her mind and kissed us both on the mouth, before putting her number in both of our phones.

"If you come back to Miami, call me," she said. "That was the best hookup I've ever had."

"We will," Stacey promised her. "Though don't be surprised if Jerry has one of his other girlfriends with him, or more than one. I promise, they are cool and even more open than I am. I'm the tame one, if you can believe that."

Amara's eyes widened a little bit in disbelief.

She ended up walking us to the door once we had gotten our clothes on, and kissed me again as she stood naked in her doorway. I palmed her asscheek and she moaned happily. "Don't take too long to come for another vacation, Papi," she grinned.

I kissed her softer, running a thumb across one of her nipples. "I won't."

She shut the door behind us, and we made our way out of the building. Outside, a pair of headlights flashed and we found Victorious.

"Sex decompression later," Stacey sighed once we were both inside. "Vicky, my dude, did you get rid of the body?"

"Oh, sure," he said. "I dropped it outside a public park in the seedy part of town."

"A park!?" Stacey said. "Children might find it."

"I doubt that," Victorious grumbled. "The park was closed."

"It's nighttime," I said. "They close urban parks at night sometimes to try and cut down on drug dealing and vandalism."

"Well, someone will find it," Victorious said. "And no one will trace it back to me or you."

"Great," I grunted, then wiped my hand over my face. It was late now, or early depending on how you looked at it. I glanced around. "OK, we need to get back home," I said. "How fast can you fly, Victorious?"

"Same as I can drive," he said. "About 200 miles an hour at max speed."

The smart thing to do, my tired brain said, was to probably just sleep while flying. But I wanted my bed. Or Stacey's, depending on where we landed.

I ended up giving Victorious directions to our home town and pocketed the key so I could summon him. He'd need to hide somewhere, or do whatever sentient cars did, until I could reasonably explain his presence in my life - mostly to my parents, but also to Jay and Benji and the other kids at school.

Once he had his directions Victorious flew off into the sky on skids of fire, and Stacy and I went back to the front door of Amara's apartment building and used that to teleportal through into my room at home.

We collapsed in bed, tired and worn out, arm in arm. "Love you, Stace," I murmured.

"M'love you," she mumbled back, and then let out a little snore. I followed her into sleep.

* * * * * * *

It was funny, after two long days of seemingly continuous sex and emotional dates to try and show my girls how much I loved and appreciated them, Lauren's choice for a date felt downright strange. Knowing I was planning something relatively extravagant for both Lindsey and Stacey, she'd asked if she could be in charge of our day together and I'd agreed, deciding that I would make it up with a Big Gesture date in the future.

Lauren decided on 'Let's pretend it's a month ago' as our date theme. I showed up at her house a little before lunchtime, and we ordered pizza and played video games for the next six hours. This would have likely been our entire winter break if not for discovering my magic, including the breaks for making out and the quickie when both her parents were out of the house. Lindsey spent the day with Stacey, and then went to meet Angie for dinner, so we were alone. We made chicken noodle soup from a can and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and then went for a walk before going back to video games.

"I love you, you know," Lauren said to me as we sat on the stoop of her porch at the end of the day, holding hands and looking up at the night sky. The light pollution in the area was terrible, but we could still see a few stars and/or satellites.

"I know," I said and kissed her cheek.

We ended our date exactly as she wanted, making out on her stoop like a couple of high schoolers on their first dates instead of the experienced sex fiends we'd become.

Before I went home that night, Lauren and I drove her parent's car over and checked in with Annalise and Maya and let them know that I was going to be out of town for a couple of days since I needed to go with Stacey and Lindsey for the lease and to help them move. Lauren would have come with us but decided she should stay back to watch and help out with anything the Stoker sisters needed.

Then, because it was Lauren, she encouraged Annalise and I to have sex as she spent time with Maya. And what was I going to do, say no and complain that my dick was feeling a little worn out after the week I'd had?

I left Annalise with a load in her pussy and another on her tits, and on the ride back Lauren took my hand and kissed it.

"So, did you ask her?"

I frowned. "Did I ask her what?"

"Jerry, seriously?"

"What?" I asked.

Lauren actually pulled the car over so she could give me her full attention - something that wouldn't be a problem if I could drive Victorious everywhere, I errantly thought.

"Did you make things official with Annalise?" Lauren asked me.

"What do you mean, official?" I asked. "Lauren, just because she offered something ridiculous doesn't mean I'm taking her up on it. I thought I'd talked to you girls about this."

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Lauren said, hitting my arm. "You care for her, she cares for you. You also happen to be the only person we know of who she can actually be intimate with. We all want her in. So just ask her to be one of us."

"Lauren, I'm not just going to ask her to be my fucking concubine," I said.

"Why not?!" Lauren demanded.

"Because she's saying that with what must feel like a guillotine blade hanging over her head," I said. "She's been through hell in the last two weeks, her father wants her dead and is out there somewhere plotting, and her sister is currently blind because of her. That's a hell of a lot to deal with, Lauren! So yeah, maybe once we can help her get the other massive trauma currently afflicting her sorted out, I'll ask her if she wants to join my fucking harem. But for now it's probably best we just do what we can and not get wild and crazy with the life changes that she's already drowning under."

Lauren had gone quiet as I went on my mini-rant. I didn't do it that often, and most of the time when I did it was directed at Jay and Benji or possibly my parents. I don't know if Lauren had ever actually been the target of one before.

"You're right," she said, just before I was about to apologize for raising my voice. "I was thinking- I was only looking at one part of the picture. I know she'd be happy being one of us. But you're right, there are too many balls in the air right now and we have to help her catch some of them before they hit the ground."

"Really?" I asked. "That easily?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not that stubborn," she said.

"We should talk to your parents about that," I smirked.

"Oh, shove off, dorkus," she laughed, punching my arm lightly.

"I love you, you know," I said, repeating her words from earlier.

"I love you too," she grinned and leaned in to give me a peck before pulling us back onto the road.

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Font of Fertility is an ongoing series that will continue to see updates moving forward. If you have enjoyed the series so far, you might want to check out my Pushing series, or Technically We're Estranged series, for similar romantic harem elements.

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~Break

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