On the way home, JJ got a call from an unknown number. He almost let it go to voicemail by reflex, but he had been expecting such a call for almost 2 weeks.

"Hello?"

"JJ! It's John--Dad."

"Dad!"

"Sorry it took me so long to call, buddy. Had to find a woman willing to buy me a prepaid phone. You wouldn't believe where I ended up! Well, I'll tell you that story in a bit. How's it been going with your new life?"

JJ had reached home by this point, and he rushed into his room before telling his dad about all that had been happening.

"Ha! I remember my first party," the older man told him. "Viagra would have come in handy! Only managed to get it up a couple times, so a few ladies left frustrated. One took me home and kept me in bed for the entire weekend to make it up to her."

"Um, Dad..." JJ said, "you said that women lose interest once they stop being fertile, but I have a friend, Marti, and she still likes me. Like, likes me, not just sex with me."

"Yeah? Well, you're a great guy, JJ. I've learned to move on pretty quickly after the lady and I have fun, so never really got to know them well enough to see, I guess."

JJ thought that there was something wrong with that explanation, but couldn't put his finger on it. "So you said I wouldn't believe where you are?" he asked.

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One week ago...

"Where you at, fucker? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

John dashed between two houses. The man searching for him had come home to find his new bride getting filled up with John's sperm on their marital bed. The husband lost his shit and pulled his gun safe out, and John barely had time to pull up his pants, grab his shirt and dive out the second floor window before a shot whizzed by his head. One slide down the porch overhang and he was rolling from the drop to the grass so that he wouldn't break his ankle. This wasn't his first rodeo! Then he was weaving down the lane, doing his best to not provide an opportune target for the cuckolded man.

After a few more blocks, he heard his hunter calling out as he got closer.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." John muttered as he dove into a backyard. Looking quickly, he spied that the back door of the property's large house was ajar, and ran in.

"Customers come in the front, fellah!" said a middle-aged Black lady as she bustled about her large kitchen, frying something that smelled damn good.

"Okay..." he replied, heading through another door into the main part of the house. Then he stopped short.

Before him was a lounge, with red velvet and gold highlights along the walls and a dark purple carpet. There were a number of women here, most sitting in sumptuous divans or settees, wearing low-cut, tight outfits, a couple in bikinis, and one wearing nothing but lingerie as she pulled an obviously aroused man toward some stairs leading up.

"Is this...a brothel?"

"Sure is, cutie!" said a curvy, curly-haired blonde woman as she came up alongside him. "I see you're eager to get upstairs." She nodded at his shirt, which was still in his hands.

"Oh, uh, yeah..." John quickly pulled his shirt on and looked again at the pretty twentysomething woman next to him in a dark red dress that clung tightly to her curves in a way that made John wish he was that dress.

She sniffled and got closer. "Darlin', you wanna come up to my room and discuss monetary matters? You can call me Honey." As John watched her eyes, he noted the telltale sign of a fertile female reacting to his pheromones as her pupils expanded.

"Oh, actually, Honey, I forgot my wallet, and my name's John. Can we still...talk?"

She took a deep breath, unable to help herself, and giggled. "Yeah, we'll see if we can't work something out, John." Then she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. John enjoyed watching her shapely butt bobbling about in that dress as she went, as well as the strong calves of her shapely legs.

On the second floor there were several gaudily-wallpapered corridors lined with doors. She guided him through one and closed the door behind them. The room was small, with a queen bed, a bureau with a mirror, and a chest of drawers. Honey guided him to the bed.

She sat next to him, her green eyes now almost completely black from his scent. "You know," she said coquettishly, "you're new, so maybe first one's free?" She stared into his eyes.

"I'd like that," John replied, and he moved forward to kiss her. She glommed her mouth to his, clacking their teeth together in her overeagerness.

"Oops!" She pulled back and they rubbed at their mouths. "I don't know what it is about you, John, but I just wanna eat you up!"

"Speaking of which..." John unfastened his belt and pulled down his jeans.

"Mmm..." Honey hummed, and slid to her knees to take his hard cock into her mouth.

"Yeah..." John sighed as he lay back on the bed. After cumming in the newlywed's pussy just before his mad dash for life, he wasn't going to cum again quickly, so he enjoyed Honey's expert oral talent for a few minutes until he was sure that her thought processes were nice and scrambled. "Hey, Honey, stop for a sec, okay?"

"Mm?" Her eyes, all blown-out from his scent, looked almost innocent.

"I need a place to stay for a while, sweets. You think you can put me up for a few days?"

She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, revealing a nice lacy red bra and matching g-string. "You give me that fucking cock right now and I'll do whatever you want, John." She pulled down her g-string and clambered into his lap, rubbing the lips of her very wet pussy along his stiff member.

"Deal, then," John agreed and held her round hips steady with one hand as the other steered the head of his bare cock into her sweltering pussy.

"Ohh fuuuck..." she moaned as she embedded herself onto his hardness. "I...I really should be using a condom at this time of the month -- I can't take the pill -- but promise you'll pull out, John?"

As he unfastened Honey's bra and gazed at her beautiful round breasts, he responded, "I won't cum inside unless you want me to, baby."

Accepting that altered agreement, Honey pulled John's face to one of her wide nipples as she started to ride him, gasping in pleasure, her mind and body overwhelmed by the effect of his scent.

After a few minutes, John leaned Honey to the side to get her to roll into the missionary position, and kissed her passionately as he thrust into her faster. He could hear a woman in the next room crying out in pleasure as her bed thunked repeatedly into the wall. Despite cumming not long before, John felt the telltale tingle of another orgasm start within his loins.

He pulled out and lay back on the bed. Honey, almost frantic now, climbed astride him again, this time in the reverse cowgirl position, her back to him. After her hot pussy surrounded his dick once more, she began to ride him fiercely.

"Hey, Honey, I'm gonna cum soon," he warned her.

"Uh? Oh, John, not...yet...ohh...ohhh..." She adjusted her movements, grinding her clit against the base of his cock, trying to wring her own elusive orgasm from him.

The movement slowed his orgasm but didn't stop it. "You're in control, Honey. I'm really close now, so you'll have to pull off soon...really soon."

"Shit!" she hissed. "Not yet, John...soo close...please..."

He could feel it again, the tingle in his loins that becomes a pleasurable tension, expanding like a balloon, ready to pop. His cock became thicker, harder, the shaft of his dick even more sensitive. "Last chance! I'm..." He tensed his hips.

"Noo...almost..."

"...gonna..."

"...Johnn..."

"...CUM!" John arched his back, pressing his cock as deeply as possible within Honey's fertile channel as cum rushed up his shaft and spewed dangerous sperm-filled semen against the stupefied prostitute's vulnerable cervix.

Honey's eyes went wide as she felt John's hot cum splash within her fertile body at the worst possible time of the month, and the orgasm that she had been chasing exploded from there, deep within her. "Uhh! Ahhgaahhdd! Ughh!" She reared up on John's cock, giving it a straight shot at her contracting cervix. As she felt his orgasm throb inside her once more, the resulting spurt of semen splashed the open entrance to her womb, where several drops slipped through, and though John had a low sperm count, the few of his boys that made it through found a new home, warm and wet and welcoming.

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"After a few days, Honey started acting less interested, but she's not the only one here who doesn't take the pill, so I'm living with another lady in the house now. I think I might stay here a while, JJ; it's fucking heaven."

"Literally," JJ replied. They both laughed.

"So, who would you say is the most sexy woman you've been with?" John asked his son.

JJ considered. "Umm..." Marti's mom Robyn was a MILF, but Freya and Jacinda were younger, and the hottest in their class. But he had had a crush on redheaded senior Deanna for years. Those last three had had sex with him during the party, but his memory of that night was all disjointed by the drugs Freya had slipped him. Then there was Marti, who he was starting to have complicated feelings for. "I...it's really hard to say."

"JJ, remember what I told you: you can have almost any woman if you time it right. Find an actress, or a model, and just hang around her until she gets a whiff. Women are fertile about 5 days each month, so that's around a 1 in 6 chance that any woman will go for it. Well, as long as they're not on the pill or some other hormonal birth control. I chased one woman for an entire month before I figured that one out."

"Oh, good to know. Alright, same question back at you? Who was your favorite?"

"Oh shit!" John sighed. "Wow, there have been so many over the years. Hell, y'know what, JJ? Your mom beats 'em all out. I think she's even more gorgeous now."

"Really?"

"Really! Okay, serious question: did the feds show up?" John asked.

"Naw, nothin'. Maybe they don't know about me?"

"We can only hope, son."

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Over the weekend, Marti informed JJ that her period arrived, though she wasn't sure about her mom or sister yet. JJ was happy he wasn't a father at 16...or at least not yet, the way things were going.

On Monday, JJ was called to the school's office. As he waited, a gorgeous Latina woman JJ didn't know poked her head out of the counselor's office. "JJ? Please come in."

The woman sat behind the desk as JJ entered, and at her gesture he plopped his butt into one of the chairs in front of it.

"My name is Ms. Diego, JJ, and I'm the new school counselor. It's my understanding that you've been involved in some...altercations with one of your classmates, Sally?"

"Did she say anything?" he asked, suddenly alert. If Sally was going to accuse him of rape after all...

"I haven't spoken to her yet, JJ. I'm just going off of what's in your file." She tapped the folder on her desk.

"Oh. Well, she's always bullied me, Ms. Diego. She starts something, and when I react I get in trouble because I'm a guy."

She looked sympathetic. "So when's the last time she started something?"

JJ paused. Sally had stayed away since his pheromones had turned her into a wanton slut about a month ago.

A month ago... JJ smiled.

"JJ?" Ms. Diego's nose twitched a little, and then she gave a small sniffle.

"Um...actually, she's been staying away from me for a few weeks. Maybe she's growing up?" he offered.

Ms. Diego leaned forward. "Maybe she has a crush on you? Handsome boy like yourself, some women don't know how to properly show how they feel." Then she frowned at herself. That was definitely not something that she should say to a student, she admonished herself!

The bell rang and JJ stood up. "Maybe. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, as my dad says."

"Oh, your dad. May I ask..."

But JJ was already at the door. "Sorry, Ms. Diego, I gotta get back to class."

He opened the door and strode away, leaving Ms. Diego, aka Agent Carmen Sandoval, shaking her head. The kid definitely looked like his old man, and handsome, she thought, but she hadn't had time to ask if he'd seen his absentee father, codenamed Casanova, lately. Next time, she figured.

To be continued...

Chapter 15

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