Adventures Of Jason Teenage Stud Ch 11

The Adventures of Jason, Teenage Stud

Chapter 11

Fore Play

By Western Tiger

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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

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It was four o'clock on a muggy Friday afternoon in August and I was sweating my ass off as I attempted to hit another golf ball on the driving range at the country club. I thought to myself as I sliced another ball, "Why am I here?" The answer would be that this was my mother's birthday gift to me months before, and I had successfully managed to put off my golf lessons till now. She was of the opinion that a man knowing how to play golf was a necessary skill in business and life.

Last Monday night when I got home after successfully seducing both Emma, the head lifeguard at the pool and Mandy, a beautiful housewife that I had met at lunch that day, my mother informed me that she had made an appointment for me to take my first golf lesson on Friday afternoon with the golf pro at the club. I tried to get out of it, but she insisted and used the old "I paid good money for this birthday gift, and you will use these lessons" ploy. What could I say? She did work very hard to keep a roof over our head and food on the table, so being a good son, I acquiesced.

Besides how could I really complain? This was to be my last week of working until school started in two weeks, I was riding a seemly unending string of hot sexual conquests and had more dates set up in the coming days. My life was pretty cake for an 18 year old.

As I stood there sweating in the late afternoon sun waiting for the douche of an assistant golf pro to stop helping the pretty young teenage girl with her golf grip, I thought back over how my week had played out.

Tuesday morning as planned, I had showed up at Mandy's office at 8 AM for our early morning rendezvous before I went to my job, and we picked up right where we left off the day before. Hot sex all over her husband's new office.

As I entered the front door that led to the 2

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floor office, Mandy greeted me at the top of the stairs and told me to lock the door behind me. She watched me so intently as I walked up the stairs with this wolfish grin on her face that I thought she might eat me alive. When I reached the top stair, she grabbed my arm and yanked me into the reception area of the office and slammed and locked the door. Turning to me, she grabbed the hem of the cute, frilly sundress she had on and pulled it over her head revealing the awesome naked body that I had fucked stupid the day before.

"I have been waiting for this moment since you left last night. I have never been fucked like that, and I want more. Much more!" She blurted out as the horny lawyer's wife pressed her lush body against me and kissed me with a passionate hunger that got my already aroused teenage monster to full mast status. After we swapped spit for several moments, Mandy broke the kiss and pulled my t-shirt up over my head, and then she quickly began to unbuckle my cargo shorts. "I'm going to suck all the cum out of your big young amazing cock," the cheating wife declared.

She bent over to yank down my shorts and underwear at the same time, and my 12 inch rock hard cock sprung from my shorts and smacked her right in the face. Undeterred, the sex-crazed housewife pushed me down onto one of the cushioned office chairs and knelt in front of me. Mandy quickly pulled off my shoes and then took my shorts and underwear off each leg. I was now sitting naked except for my socks in a chair with my legs wide spread and my raging penis pointing straight up at the ceiling like a missile. The lustful female then crawled between my legs and began to fondle my eager cock and balls. As her smooth hands gently stroked up and down the length of my meaty weapon, viscous pre-cum started to leak from the piss slit. Mandy quickly lapped up all the thick cream flowing from my sensitive cockhead, moaning, and whimpering with desire.

"I am going to give you the best blowjob you ever had," she promised just before she devoured half of my rigid shaft. Looking up at me the entire time with wide eyed zeal as she licked, sucked, and slurped up and down my thick spear, the woman that I had fucked into a cum slut the day before delivered on her promise. It may not have been the best blowjob, but it definitely ranked. For fifteen minutes, Mandy kneeled before me and nursed my teenage monster closer and closer toward a giant orgasm. When it arrived, I screamed out in ecstasy as hot jizz shot down her thirsty throat. My erupting balls pumped so much sperm out that the eager housewife could not swallow fast enough. Thick, hot cum overflowed her mouth and spilled down over her bouncing breasts, then dripped down her tits and onto her lap and the new office carpet.

When finally my balls had emptied for the moment, Mandy sat back on her heels and used her hands to scoop up much of the excess cum from her face, tits and thighs and licked it off her fingers. As expected my giant shaft had not shrunk an inch and she was eager for us to continue our stimulating carnal adventure. For the next hour, we fucked like demons. First, we had a long bout on the couch in his office as I drilled all 12 inches of teen cock into her wanton overwhelmed pussy. Screaming herself hoarse every time she climaxed, I pounded my fleshy spear into her soaking, spasming vagina again and again until I shot a second load deep into her womb. Then using silicon lube she had brought specially for this morning; I bent her over her husband's desk and introduced her to the joy of anal sex. Screaming and bucking under me as I drove about 8 inches of hard cock up her tight, humid asshole with each thrust, Mandy could not stop cumming and squirting cunt juice all over the office as I continuously plowed into her quaking body. Finally, I came for a third time deep inside her clinching rectum. I pulled my still bulky shaft out of her exhausted body and went to clean up in her husband's office bathroom. I left her bent over and spread out on top of the desk with cum dripping out of both her cavities.

When I came back into the room, she was still laying dazed on the desktop, and I used my phone to snap a secret photo or two of her leaking backside for my personal collection of conquests. The office was a slimy mess with cum and sweat and juices everywhere and smelled like a whorehouse just like the day before. I did not know how she would be able to clean it up before her lawyer husband arrived back in town that afternoon, but that was her problem. I kissed her goodbye, promised to see her soon and rode off on my bike to my warehouse job.

When I arrived and clocked in, I ran into Sally, my mom's new work friend, who had seduced me during an evening shift at work the week before. We had made plans to spend Wednesday together on her day off at her lake house, and she was checking to see if we were still on. I enthusiastically said yes, and she told me she would pick me up at 10 in the morning after my mom went to work.

I had the opportunity for even more sex that night when I got a text from Sheri, one of the two college girls that had picked me up at the pizza joint also last week. She wanted to know if I could see her that night. Yet, knowing that Sally was going to fuck me into the ground, I begged off and made plans with Sheri for Thursday night.

At 10 in the morning, Sally's pickup truck rolled up outside my house and I happily got in. Sally was dressed in a short skirt that showed off her tanned bare legs and a ubiquitous University of Georgia football jersey that strained to contain her large fake breasts. It became clear very quickly that Sally had nothing on underneath the jersey and skirt, and I took full advantage of that as I played with her tits and teased her hot, moist cunt during the 30 minute drive out to the lake. By the time she parked in her driveway, she was so wound up that her exposed cunt was leaking all over her car seat.

Sally swiftly pulled me into the house and back to her bedroom where we stripped and fucked for two hours on her oversized California king bed. She then made us lunch and we had another fuck in the kitchen. It was then back to the bedroom for even more sex. Sally was voracious and we could not get enough of each other's body. I have no idea how many orgasms she had, but I came in her ass, her cunt, down her throat and between her tits before we were finally fucked out. The afternoon was topped off with a nice cool swim in the lake before she drove me home. I was so tired from Sally's inspired lovemaking that I went to sleep by 10 PM.

Thursday was my last day at the warehouse, and as my shift ended, Sally and my mom had a little party for me and some of the crew from the loading dock. It was very nice of them, but the fun was ruined by Jack, the asshole crew chief and Sally's ex-boyfriend when he barged into the office and demanded the crew get back to work immediately. Then he made some nasty comment to me. Now that I did not work there anymore, I could finally respond, and I told him to eat shit. That set him off and he started for me when my mother, his direct boss told him to back off or she would fire him on the spot. It was funny to see him cut down to size by a woman. He hated that she could order him around, but he backed down and went back to the loading dock. What made that moment even sweeter for me was that I had just fucked his ex-girlfriend for hours the day before.

I rode home and quickly took a shower. Then made a beeline on my bike for the college where I met up with Sheri around 6:30 PM. She only wanted one thing from me and that was my rather large cock. Since she did not have her own apartment, we jumped into her SUV and drove out to the abandoned sub-division where we had made love before. We pulled down her back seat and spread out a thin mattress she had brought. We undressed, smoked a joint and proceeded to fuck each other senseless. I forget how many positions we tried out in her car. Missionary, doggie-style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl plus a bunch I had never heard of or tried. By the time we were finished two hours later, Sheri was so fucked out that I drove her car back to the campus. She was a little wobbly as I helped walk her to her dorm. I kissed her goodnight and told her I wanted to see her again, but I already knew that I could have her body anytime I wanted it.

As I rode home on my bike, I realized that I had not used my extra-sensory gifts one time since Monday when I seduced both Emma and Mandy. I thought that was odd. I gotten nudges of contentment or joy from the other women I had fucked this week, but not any of the strong signals that someone was interested in me or wanted my cock that Aunt Vicki had told me about. I had just come to realize that I had these gifts, and they were already gone? Maybe they only appeared when I was interested in someone new? There was still so much about the mental gifts my father had passed down to me that I did not understand yet.

So that had been my pretty busy week so far. Amber, my supposed college girlfriend was returning the next day after two weeks back home. I knew she would want to catch up on a lot of missed sex with me. However, I had been a very bad boyfriend as I had cheated every day with one or more of the nine different women I had seduced since she had been gone. I felt a special place in my heart for Amber, since she had taken my virginity and taught me so much about sex, but I was having so much fun fucking other women I really did not need a committed relationship or even a girlfriend.

Yet for all my recent success, I had nothing lined up for later tonight. Maybe my string of daily conquests was finally over, and I would end up watching TV with mom tonight. That wouldn't be too bad; I could use the rest.

That is when I was pulled back to reality when the guy standing next to me said, "What a perv!" I turned to look at him. Was he talking about me? Then I realized he was talking about the assistant pro who was flirting outrageously with the two young girls who were part of our class. There were five of us who was giving a group lesson too. The two girls, me, the guy standing next to me who when to the cross town high school and a younger boy about 12. The lesson today was how to properly grip the clubs and work on our shots. The two girls were clearly underage - maybe 14 or 15. Very cute in their little skorts, but the pro was at least 35. Watching him tease the girls and compliment them was very cringy.

About that time, I noticed a golf cart driven by a pretty girl in a light brown top and dark brown skirt go by with the cart loaded down with 40 to 50 baskets of golf balls. I had seen her drive by at least three times since we had been out here on the driving range. "Who's that driving that cart?" I asked the guy next to me.

He looked over his shoulder, "Oh that's Paige, the ball girl."

"What is a ball girl?" I inquired.

"She is in charge of collecting all the golf balls that get used on the driving range each day and putting them in these buckets of balls that we are using," he said as he pointed down at the buckets that the pro had provided us with.

"She collects them by hand," I asked incredulously?

"You don't get out to a golf course much, do you. You see that shed way over there?" He pointed to a metal shed on the other side of the range. "There is a special cart inside there that she drives around a few times a day. It sucks up all the balls that are out on the driving range. Then she fills up the buckets with about a hundred balls each and drives them over here so they can be rented to the golfers who are practicing. They get stacked inside this shed behind us."

"Oh, I didn't know that" I responded. I was hot and sick of watching this dickhead golf pro flirt with these underage girls, so I decided to go check out the ball girl. "He won't notice, but I am going to take a piss," I stated.

He just nodded as I made for the shed behind us. It also contained the bathrooms for the golfers using the driving range. As I walked around the corner of the building, I saw the cart loaded with buckets and watched as the ball girl came out, picked up two buckets by their handles and took them inside the shed through a garage door. I walked up closer and looked inside. The garage area of the shed was not very big. It seemed to be able to hold a couple of golf carts and there was an area where the ball girl was stacking all the buckets against one wall.

From behind, you could tell she had a very nice figure. She was wearing a short golf skirt, a camisole top with thin spaghetti straps and white trainers. Long tan legs supported her as she stretched moving the buckets around, blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and held in place by a white sun visor. As I observed her, she dropped something on the floor of the shed and bent over to pick it up. My eyes were glued to her ass, but I figured she had either a skort on or bike shorts under her short golf skirt. So much to my surprise, when the back of her skirt rose up revealing nothing but tanned ass cheeks and a little piece of material up her crack. She was wearing a thong, and I had gotten the opportunity to check out her very lovely buns.

She stood up and turning around saw me looking at her. She smiled at me and asked if she could help me. She was really pretty. Tanned with a nice looking rack and those long legs, she was certainly the best thing I had seen today. There was a light sheen to her skin because of sweat and the heat.

"Yeah, I was looking for the restrooms."

She came walking out of the shed, her boobs moving softly inside her top and I wondered if she was wearing a bra under that thin camisole. She pointed at the corner of the shed, "They are right around that corner." Her voice was low and sexy with a touch of a southern lilt. The air suddenly smelt of coconuts and lavender.

"So you are responsible for putting these buckets together?"

"Yeah. It's pretty easy. This is my last load for the day. The range closes at 5 so I will get the balls out on the course in the morning." She smiled at me again and picked up two more buckets and walked inside. I diligently watched her ass sway tantalizingly under her short golf skirt, then I walked over to the restrooms. The AC was blowing in the men's room, and the cool air suddenly made me tired. It was hot and humid outside, and I was done with this golf lesson shit. I didn't know anything about golf, but I also had not learned anything new from this junior golf pro.

As I walked back to the range, I passed the ball girl again as she worked, and she smiled at me once more. I got a brief nudge in the back of my head. I had not felt that particular type of nudge before. I had usually gotten either strong sexual curiosity, intention or confusion. This nudge felt more like mild appreciation, but at least my gift seemed to be working.

When I got back to the driving range, the assistant pro had stopped flirting with the younger girls and was dividing the remaining balls into 5 groups. He told us to finish hitting our drives, and he would be back in just a minute to finish up the lesson. Then he headed toward the shed where the ball girl was working. I hit a few balls with a #4 wood, but I had a nagging feeling that the pro was up to no good. I put my club in the rack where they were kept and walked back to the shed. As I rounded the corner where her cart was, I heard a woman's voice call out, "Jordan, get your hands off of me."

I quickly rushed up to the garage door and looked inside. The pro had the ball girl backed up against the only cart in the garage. He was pressed up against her, grabbing at her boobs and trying to kiss her neck. She was trying to keep his hand from slipping under her skirt as she struggled to fight him off.

"Hey dude, leave her alone," I called out. He swung around and saw me standing there. The girl was free for a second and moved away from him toward the wall of buckets. The pro noticed her movement and tried to grab her again. "Dude, let her be!"

He turned back towards me with fire in his eyes. "Get out of here. This is none of your business."

"It is my business if you are hassling her. So just leave her alone."

For the moment, he forgot the girl and stalked toward me. He was going to square off with me it looked like. He was a couple of inches shorter than my 6'1' height, but he outweighed me by at least 20 lbs. I could tell he was in good shape. "Hey, I told you to get back to the range. Now get the fuck out of here," he said in a heated voice.

I calmly stood my ground and looked him in the eye. "That instructor shit may work with younger kids, but not me. The girl told you to leave her alone, so leave her alone."

He was now standing right in front of me and clearly did not like the challenge. For the moment, her pussy was forgotten. This was mano a mano. This was primeval. A supposed leader being challenged for position. "I said get out of here, punk," he screamed as he gave me a hard push in the chest, sending me backward a couple of steps.

He moved toward me threateningly again, and I braced for him to try and push me again. All at once, a jolt of intense excitement went off in my head like a sunburst. The sudden flash of emotion confused me for a moment, and when the pro slammed me hard in the chest, I staggered back against the golf cart. Where were these signals coming from? Then I saw Paige looking at the two of us intently. She was where they were coming from. She was turned on by our masculine violence. The idea of two men fighting over her excited her on a core, sexual level.