Adventures of Jason, Teenage Stud

The Adventures of Jason, Teenage Stud

Chapter 13

The Pool Party

By Western Tiger

(This series takes place in 2012 and traces the growth of a shy young male teenager with extraordinary physical gifts as he grows into manhood and begins to realize his sexual power. It is meant as fantasy and fun. Each story stands alone, but to get his full adventure, read the entire series. All the characters in this story are 18 years old and of legal age.)

It seemed like just an ordinary Sunday, one week before the new school year started. Yet, when I woke up that morning, I had no idea how this single day would affect the rest of my life for years to come. The only thing on the books for today was the neighborhood cookout/pool party my mother had signed us up for. She had gone to work for a few hours to clean up some paperwork before the party started. It was about 10 AM when the phone rang...

DONNA

"Oh, god, Jason, don't stop, don't fucking stop!" Donna, the cheating spouse from next door, screamed out as I fucked her hard from behind. She was bent over her kitchen counter, pressing her full, round breasts down flat onto it as she tried to hold herself in place as I pounded in and out of her dripping minge. My ripped stomach bounced off her tight, round ass cheeks as I drilled into her liquid core repeatedly. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squishing, sloughing sounds of wet, drenched pussy being fucked filled the kitchen as we screwed like demons. She had already cum several times, and I was swiftly approaching my second ejaculation of the morning.

Deba was a squirter of epic volume. Fucking her was like taking a shower in girl cum. It could shoot out of her like a fountain, and this morning was no different. I was covered in her essence, and the floor around us was slick with secretions that erupted from her and ran down our legs. She was the third female I had been with, and that first time I'd fucked her so thoroughly that she had become addicted to my teenage monster. Since then, we had fucked in her marital bed, her den, her shower, her swimming pool, even her garage, and each time there was always a pool of her cum everywhere.

I had been screwing this super-hot cheating wife for over a month, and I did not understand how her husband had not figured out what was going on. We almost got caught the first time, but I managed to escape detection. Since then, we had been more cautious, but she still could not get enough of my 12 inches, so we continued humping away. Who was I to deny a woman in need? I was 18 and had no idea what the consequences of taking another man's wife could be.

"YES... YES... I AM CUMMING!!! OH JASON, YESSSS!!" Her climaxing pussy locked down on my thrusting cock, and a jet of girl juice blasted out from around the seal of where her inner labia lips were wrapped tightly around my thick, plunging spear. It shot out in all directions, covering everything. The pungent hot liquid went all over me, the floor, the kitchen counter, and who knows where else. I did not stop stabbing her discharging vagina. My orgasm was right there as I speared into the screaming married woman's clutching, grabbing sleeve, and her rippling muscles pulled me over the top.

I yelled out in release as the cum raced up my urethra and flooded her contracting womb with volley after volley of hot sperm. Our mutual crest seemed to last forever until l felt her body sag onto the counter. I stepped back from her bent over body, and my thick cock pulled out with a pop, and a torrent of our combined juices cascaded out of her engorged opening down onto the floor. Leaving her there, I walked out the sliding glass doors naked onto her pool deck and drove into the pool, washing the sweat and cum off my body.

It was a hot Sunday morning, and I had been sitting on the couch with the TV playing in the background as I thumbed through all the photos of my recent conquests on my phone. Multiple shots of Mandy, the hot lawyer's wife, Paige, the female golf pro at the country club, and Bianca, my former girlfriend's roommate, all spread out, exhausted from fucking, with cum leaking out of their various violated holes. It was quite the collection, and I was thinking about some self-love when the phone rang.

It was Donna, and she told me her husband was gone for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, and could I come over for a swim. That was code for 'come fuck me'. In five minutes, I went over the fence into her backyard, crossed the pool deck, and found her in the kitchen wearing a tiny thong bikini.

We never made it out to the pool. We never even made it out of the kitchen. We had not seen each other in several days, so we quickly stripped each other and got down to some hardcore fucking.

After I cooled off by swimming a few laps in her pool, I got and dried off. I walked back into the kitchen naked and found Donna bent over, cleaning up our mess. She was still naked, and her tight little ass was bouncing up and down as she worked. Her still juicy slit was winking at me, and the sight made me hard all over again.

I approached her from behind, ready to insert my rock-hard shaft back into the warm confines of her well fucked pussy. I walked behind her, and the head of my fully enlarged cock poked her in the butt.

"Oh no. Stop. We don't have time," Donna said as she turned around to face me. Her body was bumping into me as she turned around, leaving a smear of precum across her hip and stomach. When she stopped, my dick was lined up with her belly button, and I pushed my hips forward and nudged her with the head of my cock.

With a sly grin, I said, "We have 45 minutes till hubby gets home. We have time." Donna looked down at where my big, throbbing dick was pressing against her stomach, leaking precum on her naked skin. I watched as her will started to crumble and thought we were headed for more wet kitchen action. I was caught off guard when Donna suddenly pushed me away from her.

"Look, Jason, I have something to tell you." She looked up at me and took a big breath. "I am pregnant.

I am sure my eyes opened wide in shock, and my prick quickly deflated at this news. I just stared at her. In that moment, an entirely different future life flashed through my brain. Fuck, I was a dad at 18? What was I going to do?

"I thought you were using protection. That is what you told me," I stammered.

"I was when we first started, but something changed. After fucking you and that amazing dick of yours, it reawakened my sex drive. I began wanting it all the time, and my sex life with my husband picked up considerably. He mentioned something about having a child, and I realized that I want one. So, I stopped taking my pill. I should have stopped seeing you, but you are such an amazing lover that I couldn't resist. I know that was wrong, but I wanted to have a child.

"Is it mine?" I asked haltingly.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter to me. I'm going to have this child regardless, and I will never tell him about you. The two of you look similar enough that maybe no one will notice. But... if it ever comes up, I promise you he will never know about you. You have given me too much joy and pleasure for me to see you ever put in harm's way."

"OK?" I responded, too confused and anxious to think clearly. "What do we do now?"

"We're going to stop. We can't see each other anymore. It breaks my heart, but I can't risk him finding out, and this baby being left without a father who can provide for it." Donna stepped closer to me and pressed her lush, naked body up against me. My big boy instantly started to thicken and press against her thigh.

Donna gently closed her fingers around my growing prick, "That is one of the things I love about you. You are always ready."

She put her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me that was one for the ages. It was long, passionate, with our tongues dueling each other, while my cock grew to full length and pressed against her. After what seemed like a very long kiss, Donna broke away and slid her red-hot body down mine and onto her knees. My teenage monster was bobbing right in front of her face.

"I am going to give you a going-away present," she said as she cradled my thick cock in her hand. She licked the knob a few times, then suddenly engulfed the bloated crown of my cock. I sighed with pleasure as the first four inches of my cock were consumed by her hot mouth. I gasped as her tongue began to rapidly run across the sensitive glans on the underside of my shaft. Slowly, deliberately, she began to slide her wet mouth up and down my pole. I could feel my cock swell and begin to pulse and throb between her moist lips. She looked up at me with loving eyes as her mouth pleasured me.

I leaned back against the kitchen counter as she took more of my shaft between her wide, stretched lips. I began to gently thrust with my hips, forcing a few more inches into her gaping mouth. She quickly placed her hand about halfway down my rod to keep me from pushing further. Her nostrils flared as my cock filled her mouth, and my cock head poked insistently at the back of her throat.

My spear started to take on the hardness of a wooden pole as she pushed her throat further onto my tube, her throat clenching tight around my massive cock head. I looked down at Donna as she kneeled before me, pulling her throat off my cock, leaving only the head inside, then sliding back onto it, repeatedly, building up speed. Wet sounds came from her mouth as she jammed my saliva-glistening cock in and out of her stretched-out mouth with strokes of five or six inches each time.

My hips jerked involuntarily, my face a mask of pure pleasure, and my breath came in short, shallow sputters as she drove her throat up and down my cock. Saliva and precum mixed and drool flowed down over her cheeks and chin.

"Good girl." I moaned as her mouth continued to slide back and forth on my cock. I was so close. "Oh God, don't stop!"

Upon hearing that, she increased her speed, her breathing becoming more labored. Squeezing and milking my balls with her other hand, I felt my cock swell and throb even more as she just kept on fucking her face with my long penis, groaning and grunting with each thrust. She had brought me right to the edge and...

"Here it comes..." I cried out. As I orgasmed, my brain detonated into a million colors as the first load painfully shot up my fat cock and gushed out into her throat. The first couple of ropes went directly down her throat, but as she pulled her head back, I filled her mouth with hot, viscous cum. Volley by voluminous volley blasted out from my rigid prick. She couldn't keep up with the thick loads of cum, and it trickled out in thick streams from the edges of her mouth, slowly running down her cheeks, dripping onto her bouncing naked tits. My mind was totally fried.

Finally, my gonads emptied as the ropes stopped and died down to little dribbles that she swallowed until it was all gone. She pulled her mouth off my slick cock and sat back on her haunches. I was gasping for breath over what was the best blow job I had yet received, and I had received some amazing ones. Donna gave a little cum sputtering cough. She grinned up at me as she cleaned the cum off her cheeks and chin. There was a thick paste on her heaving breasts.

"How was that?" She asked with a huge smile on her face. She already knew that answer. She knew what she had done. Not able to speak, I just nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Donna stood up and moved over to the sink to take a drink of water to clear her throat.

She turned to me and, in a sweet voice, told me it was time to go. I looked up at her kitchen clock, and she had been sucking my dick for ten minutes. She came to me once more, pressing her lovely naked body against me, and gave me another long kiss. As we separated, she said, "You are going to have such a good time at the pool party. You are going to have two huge surprises."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see. Now get out of here. I have to clean up. I will see you at the party, and please remember, we hardly know each other. Ok?"

I agreed and picked up my clothes. I put them on, said good-bye to my lover, and walked across her patio. I jumped over the fence that separated our two yards and walked up to my back door. Mom's car wasn't in the driveway yet, so I still had the house to myself until she returned from work.

As I took a quick shower to clean up from the session in Donna's kitchen, my mind was confused and worried about what Donna had told me. A baby was coming. It may be mine, and maybe not? I had no idea how to deal with that, but this could be big trouble despite what she said about not revealing our affair. And then what two surprises would be coming my way? I wondered what she meant. Was it something about the baby? Or something else?

Plus, I suspected that I had made Mandy, the lawyer's sexy wife, pregnant when I had seduced her on Monday. One of the least understood special little gifts that I had inherited from my father was the supposed knowledge of knowing when I impregnated someone. After I had ravaged her on the leather couch in her husband's office, little bells seemed to go off in my head as my semen poured into Mandy's uterus. Because of that, I was pretty sure that she had a bun in the oven, and it was mine.

Now, I had managed to get one woman, possibly two pregnant, and the high school year had not even started yet. Boy, what was I going to do? I began to panic and hyperventilate. What was going to happen? What could I do?

But that little voice that had been telling me to ride out this string of amazing luck I was on spoke to me again. I had nine months until either of these situations came to term, so don't worry now. Just relax, and things will probably work out. With that advice ringing in my ears, I started to calm down.

I was going to miss Donna. I was a little sad about losing my next-door lover. It would be hard to find anyone who could replace the hot little squirting wife. I knew Donna worshiped my cock, so maybe after a few days of bad sex with her husband, she might want to play again. I had never fucked a pregnant woman before. Something to think about. I just had to wait and see how it played out.

Mom got home a little later, and we started getting ready for the cookout. She had made a giant pasta salad for the crowd. I was surprised at how big it was and asked how many people were going. Mom said about 15 people, and all from our little cul-de-sac. I didn't even realize that many people lived on this street.

Mom went to get changed, and I had decided to go in a swimsuit, a T-shirt, and slides. I made sure to put on a jock strap made for well-endowed men so I would not get a giant hard-on like the embarrassing first time I had met Donna. Every time I watched her strut around in her tiny bikini, I got hard. It happened every time, so I thought it was best to be prepared.

Mom came out of her bedroom, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a two-piece suit that showed her fantastic figure. I knew my mom was a hot woman. She looked just like her twin sister, my Aunt Vicki, whom I had fucked a couple of weeks before. Aunt Vicki had an amazing set of tits and long sexy legs, and my mom did as well. Yet, she rarely ever wore anything revealing. To see her in a sexy swimsuit, even if it was not a bikini, was a bit of a shock. She also had on a thin, gauzy lace cover-up, which did little to hide her figure.

"You ready?" she asked.

I just nodded; I was so shocked.

"Well, you carry the pasta salad, and I have towels and sunscreen. Let's go."

We went out the front door and started heading down toward the end of our short street to the Smarts' house. Watching my mom walk, I was glad I was wearing baggy shorts and a jock strap. She was reminding me of lying in bed with Aunt Vicki, fucking our brains out. I had never really thought of my mom as a sexual creature, but there she was, statuesque and stunning.

The Smart's house was the oldest on the street, though it appeared perfectly ordinary from the front. The main structure was a single-story building, with a double garage attached and a small apartment on top. A sign on the front gate read, "Come around the back."

We followed a gravel path along the side of the house. As we rounded the corner, the true scale of the property came into view. A large, modern extension stretched out from the rear, far bigger than the house had seemed from the street. A sprawling patio surrounded a sizable pool, and it was immediately clear--the Smarts had money.

Several guests were already mingling, and music pulsed from an outdoor sound system, setting the tone for the evening.

Before the others noticed us, I asked Mom, "What do they do?"

"He owns the Ford dealership out by the freeway, and she is the head of the English department over at the college," Mom whispered.

At that moment, a tall, dark-haired woman, somewhere around my mom's age, approached, saying hello and welcoming us to the party. Introducing herself as Liz Smart, she complimented Mom on her attire and turned to me with a big smile, saying, "I have heard a lot about you."

LADIES OF THE POOL

At the same instant, she said that the mental jolt I get when a woman is sexually interested struck me. It was sudden, explosive, like someone flipped a switch I didn't know was there. It was so strong that for a moment I could not respond to her, and I just stood there. My mom punched me in the arm, exasperated by my lack of good manners.

"Jason, say thank you to Mrs. Smart!"

I quickly apologized and shook her hand. She smiled at me wolfishly, telling me it was all right, then she took hold of my mom's elbow and escorted her into the party. I just stood there watching the two women walk away. The entire time, the jolt in my head was buzzing with intense sexual interest. It was so strong that it was almost overwhelming. I had never experienced this kind of overload before. It could not be coming from Mrs. Smart alone.

I realized I was standing at the edge of the patio like a lump, appearing to be someone too shy to go any further. I stepped up on the pool deck, the sun glistening off the azure water of the pool. The air was thick with the scent of sunscreen and the sounds of laughter and music. As I looked around the patio, I understood why my brain was buzzing like a beehive.

Of the 13 people at the party, 5, including myself, were male. That left 8 females at the gathering, some of whom were sending off signals of intense interest.

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because a large woman in a bright floral muumuu approached me and asked, "Are you ok?"

"I am just a little lightheaded," I stammered.

"Here, sit down for a second," she advised. "I will get you some water."

The buzzing continued as she moved away. Where was it coming from? Mrs. Smart was introducing Mom to two older men. I could see Donna and her husband talking to the woman who lived directly across the street from me. There was also a group of young people close to my age, chatting on the other side of the pool area. I could not seem to locate the other signal(s).

About then, the woman in the muumuu returned with a bottle of water. She introduced herself as Mrs. Smith and told me she lived in the house directly across the street from Donna. She pointed toward the group of people my age, saying that two of the girls were her daughters. She asked again if I was ok. I said yes and thanked her. She moved off toward the other adults.

As I sat sipping the water, it gave me a chance to observe the people on the patio. Mom was talking with Mrs. Smart, Mrs. Smith, and two older men. The two men seemed much older, your typical successful older married men who had slowly gone to pot. Mrs. Smith put her arm around one guy, which made him her husband, leaving the other man to be Mr. Smart.