Story: Teenage Studs (+ 21) - Season 1 Episode 3

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Story: Teenage Studs (+ 21) - Season 1 Episode 3

After seeing that s*x tape of Toyin and her smallie, the stamina, skill and the way he b@nged the living daylight out of my friend proved difficult to be erased from my subconscious. I would be working and suddenly, a scene from the tape would flash through my mind and I would discover that I had flooded by p@anties. Had to F**K a buddy of mine some time later and all I was seeing in my mind’s eye was that teenager fu-Cking the daylight out of my friend. I was definitely becoming obsessed with him. He had unwittingly dug his claws into me.

I had at first given a weak ‘’No’’ when my friend asked me if I would like to have s*x with the boy after watching their s*x tape. The fact was that I would definitely, in all honesty have jumped into the sack with him if he was there then. I was too ensnared with the scene that had just unfolded before me not to want to. But after I had properly gotten my composure back, and she asked again, I told her ‘’No’’ again and this time more firmly. Any which way you look at it, it was cradle snatching. I know several older ladies who have boytoys they call upon to service them and satisfy their every whims and caprices but I prided myself on being way above that. Why should I have a teenaged boytoy when there are several men desperately wanting to fill the position? It wasn’t something I was willing to do.

After T’s persistence met a brick wall, she let me be. I thought I was home free as I had managed to escape the temptation. The only thing I did not take into account was my own body, desires and lust. People say they are betrayed by friends and relatives, in my case and in this instance, I was betrayed by my body. My insatiable lust for s*x and adventure was my undoing. The seed of lust had been sown and had even taken root, germinating gradually within me. Scenes after scenes of the lewd action between T and her smallie did not cease flashing through my mind and the response my body gave to each of these remembered scenes was one of pleasure and excitement rather than the revulsion I was expecting.

After days of this self-inflicted mental torture, I gave in to my desires and called my friend T. Having done with the usual pleasantries, I told her to set it up.

‘’set what up? She asked pretending ignorance

‘’comon cut out the crap and stop acting ignorant’’ I snapped at her, already smarting from letting her know that my resolve had weakened.

‘’you have to spell it out ore, I’m not a witch to read your mind’’ she insisted
ok, your smallie’’ I said reluctantly

‘’yes, what about him?’’ she asked. Still not ready to let me off the hook. I guess I had been too scathing in my rebuke of her having sexual relations with someone she could easily birth. She wanted me to crawl. Damn! I would if I have to. Constantly thinking of being F***ed is not good for work. So I submitted
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‘’I would like to F**K him and want you to organise it’’ I finally said after a deep pause in a little girl voice.

To Be Continued…