Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. John arrives at his destination. This story is the property of the author. It may be redistributed, copied and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial entities. Using this material in any commercial publication, including websites, without the express permission of the author, will be followed up with legal action. This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should not be viewed by those under the legal age. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. -- Sniffle, Chapter 5 (MF, mf, cheat, mc, nc, impreg?) by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com) -- "Thanks!" John waved as the car that he had carried him for the last leg of his journey pulled away, giving him a little honk-honk. It had taken over a week, but he was back in his hometown! He pulled out the letter from the ancestry website that identified the address of the home of his child, who had been born 16 years ago. That was about 9 months after he left town at the ripe old age of 15. He had just come into his ability, and had been fucking women left and right, and figured he had best get the hell away before another one of their boyfriends decided to fuck him up; once was enough! He had then spent the next half of his life living off of the women who responded well to him, though only 1-5 days at a time. It had taken him a while to figure that last part out. He looked at the name on the letter: Maureen. He thought he remembered a Maureen...a leggy blonde? It had been half his lifetime ago, after all, so he couldn't be blamed for his poor memory. About an hour later he walked up the steps to the front door. Hopefully his kid answered... Maureen, JJ's mother, opened the door. John smiled, remembering her after all. Yep, there were those toned legs he remembered coming out of her tight shorts. And her boobs got an upgrade, probably from motherhood, he figured. "Hey, Maureen." She stared at him. "John? What...what are you doing here?" She quickly scanned the neighborhood and then pulled him into the foyer of her house, closing the door behind. John looked around. It was a pretty nice house, which meant Maureen had probably married into money. He remembered her family had been strictly lower middle class. He held up the ancestry letter. She read it. "How did you get this? It's private!" She sniffed as she looked at him, and her pupils began to dilate. John noticed the telltale signs of his scent doing its job. His arrival had been timely! "Is my kid here?" He looked down the hall and up the stairs. "No...he's out with his sister and father..." She looked at him, her eyes growing dull. "...um...stepfather...at a movie. They won't be back for a couple of hours." "Perfect," John said as he reached for Maureen's shirt. -- As JJ watched the movie with his sister and stepfather in the darkened theater, he heard someone behind him sniffling occasionally, as if from allergies. It was a bit annoying. "Hi," a small voice said from behind him. He turned. There was a brown-haired teen girl there, or maybe her hair was auburn; it was hard to make out details in the gloom of the theater. "Um, hi." "Shh!" Regan said from two seats over. She hadn't wanted to sit next to her creepy brother. "You smell really nice," the girl said quietly. "Um, thanks?" He didn't know how to respond to this girl. Why was she bothering him during the movie? His dad turned. "Do you mind? We're trying to watch the movie." The girl moved away and JJ kept watching the show. Then someone sat in the previously empty seat next to him. He turned. It was that girl again. Now closer, he could see that she was maybe 15 or 16, though he didn't recognize her. She smiled at him and he noticed that she was pretty. He smiled back, uncertainly. A minute later he felt her hand on his leg. He jumped a little. "It's not that scary," his dad said from next to him as he continued to watch the screen. JJ grunted in response, and also because the girl's hand had moved to cup his penis, which was responding to the attention. The theater was dark enough that his dad couldn't see what was happening from the next seat. "Mmm..." the girl sighed as she started to rub JJ's growing member through his jeans. JJ sat still and quiet, not wanting his father to notice. He turned toward the girl a little, though, enabling him to put his arm onto one knee to block his dad's line of sight. Emboldened by JJ's movements, the girl snaked her hand down the waistband of his jeans and grabbed his cock directly. "Mm!" she hummed in triumph. His jeans were the stretchy type, so she was able to move her hand up and down his shaft, though only a little at a time. That was enough, though. After a minute or so he grunted and filled his underwear with spooge. The girl stroked him until he stopped spurting and then took her hand back, no doubt deluged with his spunk. He heard the smacking of her lips and then she groaned in pleasure, loudly. "What is going on over there?" his father demanded. "Shh!" someone off to the side shushed. "Regan! Switch seats with me!" JJ hissed at his sister. Sighing, she got up and they swapped places. The rest of the movie passed without issue. -- Maureen was having trouble thinking. John was here! Her first real lover...the man who had impregnated her with JJ. Her pussy was so wet... "God DAMN these are fantastic now, Maureen!" John said as he massaged her breasts. They had grown from two pregnancies, and she felt gratified by his compliment. "Not that they weren't great before, but now they're so round and...squishy." He moved his mouth to one of her prominent nipples, thinking about his son suckling on those for milk as he grew. He sucked it into his mouth. Maureen gasped. Her nipples were sensitive! Thinking about Maureen feeding his baby with these magnificent mammaries made him want to do his best to put another one inside her. "Where's your bedroom, baby?" Soon their clothes were on the floor and she lay back on her marital bed with a man who was definitely not her husband climbing on top of her, fitting the head of his cock between her pussy lips. Her mind jolted. There was something important she was forgetting. Dia something. Diagram? She tittered. Why would she need a diagram? She knew how to have sex already! John pushed his bare cock inside her unprotected vagina. She moaned as he easily slipped deeper into her well-lubricated channel. Maureen had missed how good sex was with John. She wrapped her strong legs around him and pulled him all the way inside her. Both of them moaned as they ground their crotches against each other. "Yesss...give it to me, John." And he did. John had had a lot of sex over the last 17 or so years, and had learned how to keep from cumming too soon while maximizing the pleasure for his partners. He alternated between slow strokes, grinding, teasing her with the head of his cock, and fast thrusting. They switched to doggie style, and he held onto her long blonde hair as they thrust at each other. However, all good things must cum to an end, and John's balls indicated that they were going to give up their cargo soon. He thrust into Maureen harder. She felt John's cock grow bigger within her. He was going to cum! She tried to remember the important word from earlier. Not diagram. Diadem? Her mind kept skipping over it. A diadem was a kind of crown, she remembered. Not appropriate in this situation. "Hoping for another baby..." John said as he slammed into her. "...UHH!" And then he held still as Maureen felt a warm, throbbing wetness deep inside her. As John's sperm inundated her fertile reproductive system, Maureen screamed as her own orgasm blasted away all her thoughts and concerns. She fell forward, her nipples rubbing along the bedspread and amplifying the pleasure. Spurt after spurt of dangerous, sperm-laden semen was injected into the befuddled woman's most private of places, pooling at the mouth of her cervix due to the angle. As another orgasm washed over her, her cervix convulsed and many of John's proven swimmers slipped inside her uterus, hoping to replay the game of life that their predecessors had won almost 17 years before. Finally, she collapsed forward, spent. John pulled out. "You rest, babe. I'll go have a snack, okay?" "'kay..." she mumbled, absurdly happy. -- As JJ left the theater, the auburn-haired girl came up to him, pressed something into his hand, and ran away with an impish grin. As she went, JJ noticed that she was wearing a cute one-piece floral print romper that showed off her legs, which were thin but attractive. He looked down at his hand. "Call me - Marti" the piece of paper said, and there was a phone number. He shook his head and put it into his pocket. -- Maureen moaned as she rode John to another shattering mutual orgasm, her vulnerable insides awash with his seed once more. At this rate she'd get pregnant again, she realized, but didn't care. She was very happy to have had his first child, so what was one more? She rolled to the side, gasping at the feeling of his softening cock evacuating her pussy. He turned to her. "Hey, Maureen, we'd best get dressed, and I have an idea..." -- When the rest of the family got home, there was a stranger sitting in their living room. Mom introduced John, who she described as an old friend who would be staying in the basement suite for a few days. Her husband gave her a look but she went over to him and whispered, "Gay friend" into his ear and he relaxed. John shook Maureen's husband's hand, then Regan's, and then JJ's. JJ's nose itched and he sniffed. He didn't like this guy. He didn't know what it was, but he felt that John was bad news. He pulled his hand back a bit forcefully. John narrowed his eyes at JJ, similarly disenfranchised. -- That night, after everyone went to bed, Maureen quietly joined John in the basement suite, where he once again filled her unprotected pussy up with his swimmers before she returned to her marital bed, thoroughly satisfied. To be continued... -- Krosis' home on the web: /~krosis Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)